MELCHISEDEC BRISTLE

Written by J.G.MAXWELL.

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A Miller whose Shaver was I Sir,
Was just about slipping his Breath,
And wanted a ghostly Adviser
To quiet his Conscience in Death.
I went, and without any Trouble,
Convinced the poor wavering Soul,
That faithful Believers may double
The usual Proportion for Toll.

3
The Widow at first was half crazy
At loys of her Husband with Grief
Untill by my heavy Ways I
Offered her Spirit Relief
A long Time we buffetted Satan
At last by the Spiritual Birth
I made her for Sinners a Pattern
And one of the Saints upon Earth.

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An Inridel, groggy, and heady.
At Meeting unruly behaved,
I asked him the Reason, and said he
I love you for twice being shaved.
I told him to give me the Money
And go somewhere else with his Noise.
And then with my Words sweet as Honey
My Lambkins again I advise.

5
For shaving its well worth your while Sir,
To come to the sign of the Pole,
Where Doctrine as smooth as Wig Oil Sir,
Will soften the obdurate Soul.
And the ungodly may mock it.
Conversion is our principal Care,
Convert Lord the Cash to our Pocket.
Is every true Methodists Prayer.

Published 1st Sep 1798 by LAURIE & WHITTLE, 53 Fleet Street, London.

Not in PSM
L-A, Oct. VII. 1798