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Fifteen years of triberlation,

Has parfected the Restoration; For-
an evil day 'twas, when red-nosed-
Noll, Set himself-

up for to govern us all.

Prayed and preach'd, and fought-
beside, With-

one eyed Hewson, and pot-belly'd Pride, OldBarebones and t'other rogue Pym,

And Master Dick, we a’—

had enough of him, But

wc ne'er shall bc ruled by such villains again.

Symphony.-Rum-strum, riddle-diddle, rim, trim,

strum.

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But since we've kick'd the

old Rump out,

And things have turn'd so happily

about; Let's thank a merciful Providence,
That people have all come again—

to their sense; So let us all

sing God bless the King, And

live to see him govern us agin;
And may he-

live and happy be, To

conker his foes both by land and sea.

Symphony.--Riddle-diddle, twank-i-diddle, twank

diddle-dee.

He. Come my gentle masters and mistresses, here is a new loyal copy of varses, called

She. Down with the Rump." Come my loyal customers, our noble sovereign, King Charles, will make his grand persession—

He. into this Protestant city to-morrow. Now's your time to lay out your money, and

all for

Both. to signify your loyalty for Church and King, at the small price of a ha-penny.

"Come, my old Trojan, let us have a copy of your varses," said Ingoldsby. "Who is the "My husband, your worship," said

poet ? " his wife.

"O brave!" returned the colonel, handing her up a sixpence, for they were on a little platform. "God bless your honours," said the poet, spitting on the coin for luck;

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you are noble cavaliers, that's sure and sartin, without argement.' "Huzza!" exclaimed the people. "Church and King; buzza!”

Ingoldsby laughed; and, quitting the crowd, proceeded onward with his friends, singing— "‹‹ And all such regicide rogues as they

Ought to be hang'd upon Tyburn-tree.'

Ha-ha-ha. By Jupiter, Walker, you should paint that group; old Hemskirk would have touched 'em off, aye to the moral of 'em, as Oliver used to say. I'll be shot if this delectable ditty will not run in my sconce all night. Ha-ha-ha.

For all such regicide rogues as we,
Ought to be hang'd'

Ha! here's the old spot ;"-when hesitating, as he set his foot upon the tavern threshold, he suppressed a rising sigh, by a few slaps on his bosom, and re-entered his ancient quarters with the bold front of an old soldier.

CHAPTER VI.

THE DEVIL TAVERN.

Between the Armies, let's drink together friendly and embrace." SHAKSPEARE.

"Here we are once again, hey my hearty," said Matthew Barlowe to his brother Walker. "Damme Master Bob, us roundheads must lengthen our faces, and look loyal, for mine host says all the rooms are hired for cavaliers tomorrow."

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Lengthen your faces and look royal,” replied Ingoldsby, "for by goles if your painted signs be like, the king's phiz must be as long as my arm."

"Who is he that dares say, the king's face is as long as my arm ?" demanded a voice from the bar.

"I do!" replied Ingoldsby, "and what then!" turning short round from the old wide

stair-case, which he was ascending, and looking over the bar-door, his bristles up.

"Bearded like the pard sudden and quick in quarrel," answered a lively voice. When, who should he encounter but that harmless antagonist, Tom D'Urfey, who offended nobody, nor whom nobody could offend.

Ingoldsby's proud front relaxed of its frown, and a good-humoured smile lighted his manly face. "Ah! what, my Tom, what is it you my D'Urfey that is right, a privileged man every where, hey! my merry Jester; what! courting my comely mistress, hey! Well Tom, how goes it? this is lucky though, friend Tom, for I expected a royalist's sword whipped into my bowels."

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"Devil you did! he must wear a long cheese toaster who'd dare tickle your ribs. But, My sword made weak by my affection, would obey it on all cause.'”

"By all that's holy! yes 'tis him!" exclaimed another, who coming forward, with emotion, seized Ingoldsby by the hand, saying, "What! my dear colonel, I had hoped that we might meet hereafter, were it in heaven, but our host

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