The Water Cure. Old Wisewood smok'd the matter as it was; 66 "Cheer up," cry'd he, " and I'll remove the cause. A wond'rous spring within my garden flows, One month this sympathetic med'cin try'd, grow But, dearest niece, keep this grand secret close, A water bottle's brought for her relief; The bonny knight reels home exceeding clear, Prepar❜d for clamour and domestic war; Entering, he cries, "Hey! where's our thunderer fled! No hurricane! Betty, 's your lady dead?" Madam, aside, an ample mouthful takes, Curt'sies, looks kind, but not a word she speaks: Wondering, he stares, scarcely his eyes believ'd, But found his ears agreeably deceiv'd. 66 Why how now, Molly, what's the crotchet now?" She smiles, and answers only with a bow. Then, clasping her about, "Why let me die! These night cloaths, Moll, become thee mightily!" With that he sigh'd, her hand began to press, And Betty calls her lady to undress. The Water Cure. For many days these fond endearments past, The reconciling bottle fails at last; "Twas used and gone. Then midnight storms arose, And looks and words the union discompose. "Why niece," says he, "I pr'ythee apprehend, The water's water-be thyself the friend. Such beauty would the coldest husband warm; But your provoking tongue undoes the charm: Be silent, and complying; you'll soon find, Sir John without a med'cine will be kind." WO thirsty souls met on a sultry day, One Glazier Dick, the other Tom the Tinker; Both with light purses, but with spirits gay; And hard it were to name the sturdiest drinker. Their ale they quaff'd ; And, as they swigg'd the nappy, They both agreed, 'tis said, That trade was wond'rous dead. They jok'd, sung, laugh'd, And were completely happy. The Tinker and Glazier. The Landlord's eye, bright as his sparkling ale, Had this blithe ending-" Bring us t'other mug." Now Dick the Glazier feels his bosom burn, The kettle, gaily singing on the fire, Gives Dick a hint, just to his heart's desire: And at the Tinker winks, As" Trade's success!" he drinks, Nor doubts the wish'd success Tom will obtain. His friendship, too, display'd, And drank-" Success to trade !” But, O how pleasure vanish'd from his eye, Soon as he saw the kettle's bottom fly, Solder the only fluid he could view ! He rav'd, he caper'd, and he swore, And cursed the kettle's body o'er and o'er, "Come! come!" says Dick, "fetch us, my friend, more ale; All trades, you know, must live: Let's drink- May trade with none of us, e'er fail!' And, for the ale he drinks, our lad of mettle, Take my word for it, soon will mend your kettle." The Landlord yields; but hopes 'tis no offence, The Tinker and Glazier. Tom undertakes the job; to work he goes; Each might be fairly call'd a loving brother; Thought Tom, to serve my friend I know a trick, And one good turn in truth deserves another! Out now he slily slips, But not a word he said. The plot was in his head, And off he nimbly trips. Swift to the neighb'ring church his way he takes; Nor in the dark, Misses his mark, But ev'ry pane of glass he quickly breaks. His bosom glows, To think how great will be his friend Dick's joy, And to Dick's ear his mouth applied, Thus briefly states the case. "Dick! I may give you joy, you're a made man ; I've done your business most complete, my friend: I'm off!-the devil may catch me, if he can, Each window of the church you've got to mend; Ingratitude's worst curse my head befall, If, for your sake, I have not broke them all!" Tom with surprize, sees Dick turn pale, Then drops his under jaw, And all his pow'rs of utt'rance fail : While horror in his ghastly face, And bursting eye-balls, Tom can trace; Whose sympathetic muscles, just and true, |