* As this inscription is rife with excellent morality, I
transcribe it for the admonition of delinquent tapsters. It is no
doubt, the production of some choice spirit who once frequented
the Boar's Head.
Bacchus, to give the toping world surprise,
Produced one sober son, and here he lies.
Though rear'd among full hogsheads, he defy'd
The charms of wine, and every one beside.
O reader, if to justice thou 'rt inclined,
Keep honest Preston daily in thy mind.
He drew good wine, took care to fill his pots,
Had sundry virtues that excused his faults.
You that on Bacchus have the like dependence,
Pray copy Bob in measure and attendance.
Thus far my researches, though they threw much light on the
history of tapsters, fishmongers, and Lord Mayors, yet
disappointed me in the great object of my quest, the picture of
the Boar's Head Tavern. No such painting was to be found in the
church of St. Michael's. "Marry and amen," said I, "here endeth
my research!" So I was giving the matter up, with the air of a
baffled antiquary, when my friend the sexton, perceiving me to be
curious in everything relative to the old tavern, offered to show
me the choice vessels of the vestry, which had been handed down
from remote times when the parish meetings were held at the
Boar's Head.
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