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Love turns aside the balls that round me fly,
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 :
Adieul she cries; and wav'd her lily hand.

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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 l’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

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ANECDOTE OF MR. ERSKINE. THE following declaration of Mr. Erskine, in a láte 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. Í shall carry with me the memory, and I hope the practice of this parental lesson to the grave. I . 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 pointi 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 Tector, 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. Time old gentleman requested

the servant to go up and intreat his master to be at home to him, as his business was of much consequence. The Duke with that urbanity which distinguishes him, on being informed a respectable looking old clergyman wished to speak to him, desired him to be introduced, and begged to know the occasion of his visit. “My lord," said the old gentleman, w the rector of ------- is dead, and I was advised by my parishioners to come to town, and intreat the friendship and protection of your lordship. I have served the parish many years, and hope I have acquitted myself with propriety." ..." And pray, whom do you take me for, sir ?" said the Duke interrupting him. “ The BISHOP of LONDON, my lord.”. His Grace immediately rang the bell, and a servant entering.--" John, who am I?”...“ The Duke of NORFOLK, sir,"... 6. Good God!” said the curate, starting from the chair, “I humbly intreat your Grace's pardon, and assure you that nothing but my ignorance of the town could have occasioned such a mistake."--« Stop, stop, my good friend! you and I don't part thus-c-we must first take a glass together, and then see whether I can't shew you the way to the BISHOP of LONDON's house." His Grace and the Curate took t'other bottle, found their way to the Bishop's---and the old gentleman left St. James'sSquare 3401, a year richer than he entered it.

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A PEEP AT THE FORTY THIEVES, YOUR pardon, kind gentlefolk, pray,

But I'se call'd on to roar out a song, Sirs;
And when a man's call'd on, they say,

It's ill manners to make you wait long, Sirs;
So I'll e'en try my hand at a stave,
Tho' mayhap you may jeer me and thout it,

But it's one of the best that I have,
And so now you shall hear all about it.

Rum ti, &c; It isn't long sin I first com'd

Fra’the north, and so you must needs think, Sirs, I'se a lad that's not easily humm’d,

Unless it be when I'se in drink, Sirs; And somehow, hdon't know which way,

But the folk up in town be so droll, Sirs, That I must ha' been drunk every day, For they humm'd me, by gum, one and all, Sirs.

Rum ti, &c. I wur ganging one night by the play,

Never heeding about it a pin, Sirs, When I fairly were carried away

Off my legs, by the croud getting in, Sirs. I shouted as loud as I cou'd,

And I tellid 'em I war'nt o' their party, But a lady insisted I shou'd, And said, “ Push on, keep moving, my hearty."..

Rum ti, &c. “Heave a head !” says a sailor, “ you lubbard,”

No odds about my being willing, So I com’d to a man in a cupboard,

Who bade me lug out my two shilling;
And while I wur groping about,

My money to find I declare, Sirs,
My pockets I found inside out
And the devil a penny was there, Sirs.

Rum ti, &c.; The croud which before had so push'd,

Thinks I, dang you, push on now or never, For I didn't now mind being crush'd

And I got in for nothing quite clever.
The play wur soon ended, and then ,

Forty Thieves they com'd in all so funney,
I suppose it were some of them men
As had diddled me out of my money.

Rum ti, &c.c.

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