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The eyes he prais'd, must ever weep,
The rose must soon this cheek forsake,
The heart he priz’d, for him must break,
In memory shall ever bloom ;
I wither for his hapless doom.
As Strephon and Anna one evening were roving,
To a small shady grove they repair ; Where Strephon in accents, mild, rapt'rous and
loving : Address'd thus his beautiful fair: “ My Anna, my charmer, when last I reclin'd
“On my pillow, and thought of my love; “ Methought that our hearts were most fondly en
ri twin'd, " And gladness sat smiling above. “ On the wings of the morning most swiftly we flew
“ To fant'd Gretna, o'er mountain and vale; “ With Aurora's dim light we brush'd off the Dew,
“ And flew with the breath of the gale. “ Our hands were united in Hymen's strong band,
". To be cut ne'er asunder again; " Then Bagpipe and Fiddle resound thro' the land,
“ And we foot it away on the plain. < The lads and the lasses melodiously sing,
56 To the Violin's musical sounds; 6 With loud acclamations of joy the plains ring,
“And pleasure in each bosom abounds.
" The transports that charm'd us, whilst deaf te
“the roar « Of the bagpipe's loud clamorous scream; " Alas! were the fictions of fancy no more
“ Than the shadowy sports of a dream." The lovers desiring to make the dream true,
United in Hearts and in Hands;
And were joined in wedlock's strong bands.
Glide gently down Life's transient stream; While their prat’lers the tide of contentment improve
And reminded them oft of the Drean,
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WHILE the day-star of Europe extinguish'd should
seem, And England alone can defy Buonaparte, Like others, I'd feel all the zeal of the theme,
But, alas ! I've no time, I'm engag’d to a party.
By speeches and mutual reproaches made hot,
One made for sweet cakes, lemonade, and orgeat.
Spoken.--Were you at my Lady Double-drum's last night? What a delightful thing it was! Three hundred people more than the rooms would hold.-Miss Dumpling, poor dear little thing, was nearly trod. den to death. Lord Fig pick'd up her invisible : what, would the coroner have brought it in, had she been extinguishod? How shock'd I should have been. Ah! Sir Harry, how do ?- what a love of a Waistcoat you've got! Dear Miss, don't push so... Sung.... Well, now that's hearty, well now that's
hearty, Then I 'for the toil and the squeeze of *
Then after contending two hours in the street, Lamps, ladies, lords, constables 'mix'd in the
fight. With your glasses all broke, and your coachman well
beat, At length up you come to the scene of delight : Then up the steep steps, while with pain you are
and the staircase so little agree, Lord Spindle, Lord Spindle, the servants are bawling
And souse on your head comes a hot dish of tea.
Spoken.... My dear Lord, a thousand pardons. Any thing from you, my sweet miss. Oh! hea. vens, what a squeeze this is ! I shall expire; · dear Sir Harry, how you crowd one. Pon honor, its not my fault, Miss Tittup, if I incommode the muslins; touching scenes for a man of sensibility, tho?! Oh, that I could get out, cries Lady Bab. Oh! that I could get in, cries Captain Crop, well push'd Lady Rigadoon. there she goes. • Sung... Well, now that's hearty, well now that's
hearty, Then.O ! 'for the toil, and the squeeze of a
* * * * *
LADY GO-NIMBLE'S GHOST; OR, HONEY
SIR JERRY GO-NIMBLE was lame of a leg,
Hey diddle, ho diddle dee ;
For a very old lady was she.
With a hey diddle, lio diddle, hey diddle dee,
At the wedding, my Lady was call'd for a song,
Hey diddle, ho diddle dee!
Tho' I own I'm not quite in the key;
grin, And screw'd up her snuff-colour'd lips to begin, While like two bellows handles she mov'd nose and chin.
(Spoken.)... When she sung.... (Sings.). . What's life without passion, sweet pas.
sion of love.
Sing hey diddle, ho diddle dee.
Hey diddle, ho diddle dee.
And then 'twas all mustard for she,
(Spoken.).. Then she strutted about like Mad Bess, with a whisp of straw in one hand, and a drop of comfort in the other...(Struts about like a mad old Woman.) (Sings. ). . He prov'd false and I undone.
With a hey diddle, ho diddle, hey diddle dee,
Sing hey diddle, ho diddle dee. At last of this sad hydrofogy she dy'd
Hey diddle, ho diddle dee, And her grim ghost it came to Sir Jerry's bed-side,
Saying, • List! oh, list !- for I'm come for thee.' Sir Jerry he hid himself under the clothes, But the ghost out of bed pull'd him soon by the
nose, Toss'd him out of the window, and cried, 'There
he goes! (Spoken.) - And away he went sure enough,
With his hey diddle, ho diddle, hey diddle dee, Sing hey diddle, ho diddle dee.
TO AS TS
The King!...Long may he live and reign,
While Britons ever rule the main. May we always get the whip-hand of our enemies. The rose of pleasure without the thorn. Our dear Companions, and our absent Friends. May every Mail-Coachman stick by his Fare. Industry and Comfort, to all who
for it. The seven P's... Peace, Plenty, Patience, Prospe.
rity, Prudence, and Punch in Perfection. Success to Commerce. All we wish and all we want. A halter to them that deserve it. A generous heart and a miser's fortune. Death to the abettors of secret villany. May the wealth of rogues devolve on honest mens May the hinges of hospitality never grow rusty. May he that made the devil take us all. Palsy to the hand of the assassin, Plenty to a generous mind. Riches without pride. Success to our hopes, and enjoyment to our
wishes. Sense to win a heart, and merit to keep it. The tars of Old England. May poverty always be a day's march behiud us. May genius and merit never want a friend. May the friends we love be sincere, and the coun
try we live in be free. Increase of trade and reduction of taxes. May the clouds of war be soon dispersed by the
sunshine of peace. Gratitude to friends, and generosity to enemies.