To the P inter of the M I D D L E S E XJOURNALSIR,•If you think the ioclofed worthy a pUce in your entertaining journal, you fhali ihordy receive the remainder, fromYour humble fervant,Hieroglyphic.. 1771-OrThe TIM^S: A Tragi Comedy*As it is now' Aded.ACT I.Scene, The open place before the 'Standardtavern in Leicrfar-f.dds.4Enter Fame, fcllowed by a mob of Ears, Eyes and Noses without Heads.Fame founds her Trumpet.Attend, ho, liften, hear what Fame proclaims!#Ears. What? What? Is it politics ? Is itworth our Ears ?Eyes. Or Eyes ?Noses. OrNofes?Eyes. We come to fpy.Ears. And hearken.Noses. And fmell out.Fame. More-than you underftand, I fear, my moll profound politicians.Noses. We cannot tell.Eyes. It may be fo.Ears. However do you proceed, never mind us.Eyes. We may perhaps out that whichyou never meant.No^es. And nofe the thing you fcent not. But firll, whence come you ?Fame. I come from Saturn.Ears. Saturn? What is he?Nosks. Some Jacobite 1 warrant you, fome Time-ferver, as Fame herfelf is.* Fame. You are near the mark : indeed he is Time itfelf and his fur-name Chronos.•Noses. How! Saturn! Chronos! and the Time nfdf! I fmell him out, a notable old Pagan 5 —or elfe the Jew whole bonds the Patriot fvva!low?d.Ears. Eat bonds! No, No. ?Tis an oldheathen King, who (like the moderns) eat up hi* own children.