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30                                     HARDHAM'S SNUFF                                 ch. iv
There let it stay, thy brighter blush to show, Which shames the cherry-colour'd silken bow. Thy lips, which seem the scarlet's hue to steal, Are sweeter than the candy'd lemon peel.
Marget. Pray take these chickens for me to the cart ; Dear little creatures, how it grieves my heart To see them ty'd, that never knew a crime, And formed so fine a flock at feeding time !
The pretty poem ends with fervid protestations of devotion from Isaac:—
For thee the press with apple-juice shall foam ! For thee the bees shall quit their honey-comb ! For thee the elder's purple fruit shall grow ! For thee the pails with cream shall overflow !
But see yon teams returning from the town, Wind in the chalky wheel-ruts o'er the down : We now must haste ; for if we longer stay, They'll meet us ere we leave the narrow way.
Another of Chichester's illustrious sons is Archbishop Juxon, who stood by the side of Charles I. on the scaffold and bade farewell to him in the words " You are exchanging from a temporal to an eternal crown—a good exchange."
Yet another, of a very different type, is John Hardham. ' When they talked of their Raphaels, Correggios, and stuff," wrote Goldsmith of Sir Joshua Reynolds,
He shifted his trumpet, and only took snuff.
Had it not been for Chichester the great painter might never have had the second of these consolations, for the only snuff he liked was Hardham's No. 37, and Hardham was a native of Chichester. Before he became famous as a tobacconist, Hard­ham was, by night, a numberer of the pit for Garrick at Drury Lane. One day he happened to blend Dutch and rappee and
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