The Tinker and Glazier.

Share with his heart,

Dick's unknown smart,

And two such phizzes ne'er met mortal view.
At length, friend Dick his speech regain'd,
And soon the mystery explain'd―

"You have, indeed, my business done!
And I, as well as you, must run :
For let me act the best I can,

Tom! Tom! I am a ruin'd man.

Zounds! zounds! this piece of friendship costs me dear, I always mend church windows-by the year!"

EPIGRAM.

MATTHEW PRIOR.

YES, every poet is a fool,

By demonstration Ned can show it:

Happy, could Ned's inverted rule

Prove every fool to be a poet.

HO has e'er been at Paris must needs know the Greve,
The fatal retreat of th' unfortunate brave,

Where honour and justice most oddly contribute
To ease heroes' pains by a halter and gibbet.

There death breaks the shackles which force had put on,
And the hangman completes what the judge but begun ;
There the Squire of the Pad and the Knight of the Post,
Find their pains no more balk'd, and their hopes no more cross'd.

Great claims are there made, and great secrets are known,
And the, and the law, and the thief, has his own;

But
my hearers
cry out, "What a deuce dost thou ail?
Cut off thy reflections, and give us thy tale."

The Thief and Cordelier.

'Twas there then, in civil respect to harsh laws,
And for want of false witness to back a bad cause,
A Norman, though late, was obliged to appear,
And who to assist, but a grave Cordelier?

The Squire, whose good grace was to open the scene,
Seem'd not in great haste that the show should begin ;
Now fitted the halter, now traversed the cart,

And often took leave, but was loath to depart.

"What frightens you thus, my good son?" says the priest, "You murder'd, are sorry, and have been confess'd." "O Father! my sorrow will scarce save my bacon,

For 'twas not that I murder'd, but that I was taken."

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Pugh! pr'ythee ne'er trouble thy head with such fancies; Rely on the aid you shall have from Saint Francis ; If the money you promised be brought to the chest, You have only to die; let the Church do the rest.

"And what will folks say if they see you afraid?
It reflects upon me, as I knew not my trade:
Courage, friend, for to-day is your period of sorrow,
And things will go better, believe me, to-morrow."

"To-morrow!" our hero replied, in a fright,

"He that's hang'd before noon, ought to think of to-night."

'Tell your beads," quoth the priest, "and be fairly truss'd up,

For you surely to-night shall in Paradise sup."

"Alas!" quoth the Squire," howe'er sumptuous the treat, Parbleu, I shall have little stomach to eat;

I should therefore esteem it great favour and grace,
Would you be so kind as to go in my place."

"That I would," quoth the Father, " and thank you to boot, But our actions, you know, with our duty must suit :

The Thief and Cordelier.

The feast I proposed to you I cannot taste,
For this night, by our Order, is mark'd for a fast."

Then turning about to the hangman, he said,

Dispatch me, I pr'ythee, this troublesome blade; For thy cord and my cord both equally tie,

And we live by the gold for which other men die."

A GIANT WHALER.

WILLIAM KING.

IS angle-rod made of a sturdy oak,

His line a cable, which in storms ne'er broke,
His hook he baited with a dragon's tail,

And sate upon a rock, and bobb'd for whale.

Y Nature turn'd to play the rake well, (As we shall show you in the sequel) The modern dame is waked by noon, (Some authors say not quite so soon) Because, though sore against her will, She sat all night up at quadrille :