After the speaker had delivered his message, his Lordship replied to him in the following. remarkable words:

"Go back to your chair, Mr. Speaker, within these five minutes, or you may depend on it, I will send you to Newgate, You speak of your authority; but I tell you I sit here as an interpreter of the laws, and a distributor of justice; and were the whole H--- of Cin in your belly, I would not stir one foot. The speaker was prudent enough to retire, and the House were equally prudent to let the affair drop.

The Servant. A Pastoral Dialogue.

DOBBIN.

PERIGOT..

Ah Perigot, my lad, why stand you here? Thus leaning on your crook, and full of

care;

Come doff your doublet, take your best array,

Make haste, and share the pastime of the day.

PERIGOT

See Lobbin what a numerous flock I keep; And see how much the flies torment the

sheep:

They gad about so much, that tray and I Have work enough all day to keep them

nigh;

And almost every minute, as you view, Look there a plague on that old blackfac'd ewé.

She always leads them wrong; hark-fetch them tray,

I cannot keep them from the wheat away. Oh that the time of harvest were but come, Then I might sit at case and see them roam!

LOBBIN.

Poh! shepherd, never mind, they do not harm,

Or corn or grass, 'tis all your master's farm; What matters what they eat-or how they're fed.

Come, come let's hasten to Duke William's head:

Besides the hat at nine pins, all who chuse, May run in sacks boy-for a pair of shoes, New, neat's-skin, and well-nail'd--but better still,

Our Surry Dick, has challeng'd Kentish
Will,

To try at single stick,` they say;
Then Perigot, what lad would be away?

PERIGOT.

That lad am I-for tho'-as you can tell,
At nine pins few could Perigot excel;
Tho' well I lov'd the village sports to share
The first in merriment, at wake or fair,
My duty Lobbin now I better know,
Than to forsake my charge, and telling go
At every call, without my master's leave,
Wasting the moments I can ne'er retrieve,
And bringing home at night-the spend-
thrift's part,

A muddled head, and discontented heart.

LOBBIN.

Rare maxims truly! and where got you these?

Preach to your sheep, my boy, and talk to

trees!

Our shepherd lads will only laugh to hear A master's interests to our sports prefer! That will not Lobbin, ever; for I trow They to our sports such preference will not shew.

Then be they pleas'd or not, I'll have my

day;

For if one will not do, another may.

PERIGOT.

Rare maxims too! but know an honest swain

Hears and rejects such maxims with disdain. Remember lad, a saying of your own

"No moss is gather'd by a rolling stone:"

So once you told me, with a piteous face, When, wandering up and down from place, Your purse was empty, and your cloaths were naught,

And your vain heart, was humble as it ought;

Now since at Argol's board you live so well, Your naughty heart begins again to swell; But, swain be careful, for too sure you'll find,

You sow the billows and will reap the wind!

LOBBIN.

Something I reap-for on my back I bear Cloaths, full as good as thou didst ever

wear,

My hat's as fine, my stockings are not

worse,

And here, there's money, grey-beard, in

So cease your saws: to-day's delights I'll

share

The doubtful morrow, for itself may care.