With feueaking, fereaking,
Brifking, frifking,

Tippity, trippity, giggling gay. Such routing and fhouting, fuch ringing and finging!

Such fqueaking and fereaking, fuch whisking and frifking!

So, hey for the mirth of a wedding day!
Alás, alas !

All this must pass,
How happy for life were a man, to be fure,
If the dear wedding-day could for ever
endure!

Who'd think that fo bleft and fo loving pair

Would e'er with the parfon-I will not fay where !

Who'd think it! Oh rare I To fee the fair bride, &c

AIR. Mifs LEAK.

I'll bid this trembling heart no more
In fancy's path's to fray;
Fond thoughts that rove where ye adore,
Now homeward turn away!
Henceforth each wand'ring thought again

I'll clofe within my breaft;
There harmless ftill, and free from stain,
I'll teach my heart to rest.

AIR.-Mrs. BLAND.
Should e'er the fortune be my lot
To be made a wealthy bride,
I'll glad my parent's lowly cot,
All their pleafure and their pride
And when I'm dreff'd
All in my beft,
Like a lady gay,
I'll trip away;

And the lads will fay, dear heart! what a flash!

Look at little Taffline, with a filken fash!

Oh I

YE

EARS fixty-five did honest John
His office fill with merit ;

But now to realms above he's gone,
So peace be with his fpirit!

To chant a flave, or chevy chace,

To none fcarce was he fecond;
Could make refponfes with a grace,
And was a toper reckon'd.

A holiday he thought divine,
A holy feaft lov'd dearly.
Would oft' partake of holy wine-
Of holy water, rarely.

Tho' rack'd and crippled to an inch,
And to the gout a martyr,
Ne'er from his bottle would he flinch,
Or ever cry for quarter.

Feaft days he kept throughout the year ;
And even to his last day;

But abftinence he deem'd fevere,
Nor could endure a faft day.

The liturgy he had by heart,

And could repeat the pfalter

At chriff'nings too could play his part, Nor e'er was known to faulter.

The merry peal he lov'd full well,
Bob major was his glory;
But now the melancholy knell

Proclaims the mournful story.

Whatever faults were to his lot, What boots it to reveal them; No, rather let them be forgot,

Or charity conceal them.

Let no rude jeft profane his name ; "Twere impious not witty;

His age, our reverence fhould claim; His fufferings our pity.

THE EPITAPH.

Hr moiten'd many a time his clay,
But from him death the cup now dashes;
His courage out.he droop'd away,
And here in peace repofe his afhes.

G. W. L. jun.

A SOLILOQUY ON THE GAME LAWS.

I

Ffometimes at my board a fatted chick That higheft luxury, should find a place, I not prefume the partridge bones to pick, Nor the gay pheafant fhall my table,

grace.

No :-fuch forbidden fruit I fcorn to

touch;

"

Since that fame book, it may be clearly

feen,

IS WHEBLE's well-known SPORTING MAGAZINE!

And that when their chief magiftrátes met on the road,

Never yet did the first dare the laft income mode;

As the law of the land, which binds lords to obey,

Makes the Lord May'r of London turn out of the way!

At this fage arbitration, so pleaf'd was the clod,

That the umpire he wore, was a' weife mon by G-!

But the wag thus reply'd,-" No great conjuror, 1,

"For without the black art, we this knot can untye;

"And before you exult hear the reason, I pray,

"Why the Lord May'r of London, for YOUR's, must break way. "The former when pleaf'd on a journey to fix,

"From the city fets out, in a chariot and fix;

"While the latter, whose state you so boaftfully brag on,

"His journey must take in the Yorkshire ftage waggon;

"Which waggs on, by law, with its digni fy'd load,

"Unimpeded, while chariots turn out of the road! Poor fapfkul!, thus craftily put to the blush, Thought a badg'ring to 'fcape, 'twas the best way to

BRUSH.

NOTHING WITHOUT THE NEEDFUL.

HE

A Tale.

な

E who in business trufts a friend,
And ftints the means mult mifs the
end;

As fools, who useful forms contemn
The ARGUMENTUM flight ad REM,
That argument which beft will fpeak,
While int'reft binds and blood will break;
For friends will flinch, and off will fall,
If Wanting what makes friends of all.
This maxim, no lefs true than ftale,
Confirm we by an homefpun tale.

A Quaker, whofe extended trade.
Full oft requir'd his perf'nal aid,
In foreign marts, and diftant climes,
To guard his means in troublous times,
And with his dealers ftri&t to fcan,
How balance flood, 'twixt man and man,
To proud Hindofton's coaft was bound,
Nor fhrunk to cross the vast profound;

But

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But bade adieu to kif and kin,
With decent shrug and fober grin;
Eager to brave the boift'rous main,
And combat winds and waves for gain.
When one old friend among the relt,
Ventur'd to make a fmall requeft;
That as in India's land fo fair
All things abound, both rich and rare;
A brace of hundreds he'd expend,
In thrifty bargains for his friend;
Which, when in fafety home convey'd,
With punctual care should be repaid.
A fuit fo fair, this anfwer won,
"No more, thy business, friend, is done.”
This friend difpatch'd, another came,
Whose modeft boon was just the same;
Another and another still,

To grind their grist at neighbour's mill,
Whom they conceived a simple soui,
That never dreamt of taking toll;
As all were anfwer'd, one by one,
"No more, thy business, friend, is done.”
An anfwer, 'twas conclufive too,
For more he never meant to do.
At laft came one of Barclay's band,
With brace of hundreds in his hand:

This bag contains that fum," quoth he, And prithee lay that out for ME." Which fuit this different anfwer won, "Good friend, THY bus'nefs SHALL be done."

Twice ten months fpent on India's firand,

Friend Prim regain'd his native land, When numbers queftion'd what he'd Bought 'em;"

And number s hop'd "He'd not forgot 'em;"

To which no answer he could find, But "Pyes upon that puff of wind." "Pyes on that puff of wind," cried they,

Why fure you know not what you fay;" "Too well!" the fubtle wight rejoin'd,

From me, that puff your names purloin'd. Names, upon fcraps of papers wrote, "With all your orders did I note: "When lo one equinoctial day, "On quarter-deck I liftlefs lay, "And under awning fhunn'd the glare, While scarce a zephyr flirr'd the air; * Each fep'rate fcrap before me laid, Each well-known name I then furvey'd Read your commands, my pride ť obey, When lo! one puff fwept all away: "All, except one, which kept its ground, "Being loaded with two hundred pound! "That pond'rous fum was plac'd thereon, Or, with the reft, THAT must have gone! "Remembrance flew with that which fled, "And all went out of this poor head! Remembrance cleav'd to that which ftay'd,. "And all His orders I've obey'd,

A

Learn'd phyfician, as they tell,
Who lov'd the sport of fhooting
well, f

Had toil'd three days in hopes of game,
But loft his time, and with
fame;
When John his fav'rite fervant bow'd,
And beg'd for once to be allow'd
To try in neighb'ring field his art,
Affur'd he foon fhould play his part,
For birds there were, it was well known,
And he would DOCTOR them 'ere noon.
"What mean you John?" old Galen cries,
Why kill them, Sir," plain John replies.
MOULSIANUS.