May yield to the blacksmith to teach,
For he labours still more at the bar.

Sing fal de la, &c.

When great men do wrong in the state,

The Commons try hard at their poles;
While the blacksmith, as certain as fate,
Could have'em haul'd over the coals.

And if rogues put their name to a draft,
The law for their hanging will teaze;
But blacksmiths are free from all craft,
And may forge just as much as they please.
Fal de la, &c.

The vices of trade he holds cheap,.
And laughs at the world as it rails,
For, spite of the pother they keep,
They can't make a smith eat his nails!
And if, to his praise be it spoke,

To raise him still higher and higher,
You may say, and without any joke,
All he gets, is got out of the fire.

Fal de la, &c.

Then let blacksmiths be toasted around,
For well it may always be said,
When a fortune by blacksmiths is found,
They must hit the right nail o' the head.
No irony now I'm about,

To his metal you'll find him still true;
Since I've hammer'd his history out,

I hope 'twill be temper'd by you.

Sing fal de la, &c.

BLACK EYE'D SUSAN.

ALL in the Downs the fleet was moor'd,
The streamers waving in the wind,
When black-eyed Susan came on board,
Oh! where shall I my true love find

Tell me, ye jovial sailors, tell me truc,
Does my sweet William sail among your crew?
William, who high upon the yard,

Rock'd with the billows to and fro;
Soon as her well-known voice he heard,
He sigh'd, and cast his eyes below.

The cord slides swiftly through his glowing hand
And, quick as lightning, on the deck he stands.

So the sweet lark, high pois'd in air,
Shuts close his pinions to his breast,
(If, chance, his mate's shrill note he hear)
And drops at once into her nest.
The noblest captain in the British fleet
Might envy William's lips those kisses sweet.

O, Susan! Susan! lovely dear!

My vows shall ever true remain!
Let me kiss off that falling tear,
We only meet to part again.

Change, as ye list, ye winds, my heart shall be
The faithful compass that still points to thee.

Believe not what the landmen say,

Who tempt with doubts thy constant mind; They'll tell thee, sailors, when away,

In ev'ry port a mistress find--

Yes, yes, believe them, when they tell thee so,
For thou art present wheresoe'er I go.

If to far India's coast we sail,

Thy eyes are seen in diamonds bright:

Thy breath is Afric's spicy gale;

Thy skin is ivory so white:

Thus, ev'ry beauteous object that I view,

Wakes in my soul some charms of lovely Sue.

Tho' battles call me from thy arms,
Let not my pretty Susan mourn;

Tho' cannons roar, yet safe from harms -
William shall to his dear return:

Love turns aside the balls that round me ffy,
Lest precious tears should drop from Susan's eye.

The boatswain gave the dreadful word,

The sails their swelling bosoms spread; No longer must she stay aboard;

They kiss'd; she sigh'd; he hung his head. Her lessening boat unwilling rows to land: Adieu! she cries; and wav'd her lily hand.

EXHIBITIONS; OR, JOHN LUMPS RAMBLE TO SOMERSET HOUSE.

IF you please, Sirs, might I be so bold as to say, (For I fancy I've somehow mistaken my way,) Is this Common Garden? Why, 'tis, I declare, Aye, and I thought I could never mistake my way there.

Tol de rol, &c.

'Tis not long ago since I first com'd to town,
And though I be only a poor simple clown,
Says I, "Now I'll see all the fine sights I can,”
So the very next morning to Smithfield I ran.
Tol de rol, &c.

What I most wish'd to see, Sirs, was Bartlemy fair, 'Caze I'd heard some gay things were exhibited there.

I expected some fun, but was greatly mistaken, And zeed nought but oxen and sheep fat as bacon. Tol de rol, &c.

From Smithfield I went down to Westminster Hall, Where the lawyers all try which the loudest can bawl;.

But them I soon left, for I'd heard people say,
If you hear them talk much, there's a good deal to

pay.

Tol de rol, &c.

At last I found out that all folks of condition
Pass'd a morning at Somerset House exhibition;
So I thought just for once, as that there was the case,
I'd e'en make one among'em, and shew my sweet

face.

Tol de rol, &c.

The picters, I own, look'd all clever and right, But the ladies, Oh! bless 'em, they made the best sight;

And rightly to tell would ha' puzzled a ghost, Whether women or picters were painted the most. Tol de rol, &c.

Now they always kept laughing and staring at me,
But what it were for, sure I cou❜dn't see;
And the picters and all, look wherever I wou'd,
They star'd at me too, just like flesh and blood.
Tol de rol, &c.

There were horses as nat❜ral as ever could be,
And our sailors a licking the French on the sea.
The French! but don't let me forget it, oh! never,
There were one beating Frenchmen and Spaniards
together.

Tol de rol, &c.

But to Portsmouth, or Plymouth, if you'd only go, There's a rare exhibition we took from the foe; There the enemy's feets safe at anchor are shewn; Such a sight, pray, what country can shew but our

own?

Tol de rol, &c.`.

But see, there's the prompter he wants me away; I would sing ye more, but he'll not let me stay:

He fancies you'll think me an impudent eif,
In staying so long to exhibit myself.

Tol de rol, &c

ANECDOTE OF MR. ERSKINE.

THE following declaration of Mr. Erskine, in a late speech on the rights of juries, deserves the attention and imitation of all." It was the first command," said he, "and counsel to my youth, always to do what my conscience told me to be my duty, and to leave the consequences to God. I shall carry with me the memory, and I hope the practice of this parental lesson to the grave. have hitherto followed it, and have no reason to complain that the adherence to it has been even a temporal sacrifice; I have found it, on the contrary the road to prosperity and wealth, and I shall point it out as such to my children."

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ANECDOTE OF THE PRESENT DUKE OF NORFOLK.

SOME months ago, a worthy old clergyman in Cumberland, who had brought up a large family on 70l. a year, being informed of the death of his rector, was advised to come to town, and apply to the BISHOP of LONDON, in whose gift the living was, for the next presentation. He followed the advice, and was directed to his lordship's house, in St. James's-Square. By mistake he knocked at the next door, which is the Duke of NORFOLK's; and enquiring of the servant if his master was at home, received an answer in the affirmative, but that he was then engaged. The old gentleman requested