Then let us sing, "Long live the King,"
And bless his royal son, sir,
That is if he has one to bless
If not, no harm is done, sir.
But if he has, I'm sure he 'll reign,
So prophesies my song, sir,
And if he don't, why then he won't,
And so I can't be wrong, sir.

ANONYMOUS.

THE GOUTY MERCHANT AND THE STRANGER.
IN Broad Street building (on a winter night),
Snug by his parlor-fire, a gouty wight
Sat all alone, with one hand rubbing
His feet, rolled up in fleecy hose:
With t' other he 'd beneath his nose
The Public Ledger, in whose columns grubbing,
He noted all the sales of hops,

Ships, shops, and slops;

Gum, galls, and groceries; ginger, gin,
Tar, tallow, turmeric, turpentine, and tin;
When lo! a decent personage in black
Entered and most politely said,

-

"Your footman, sir, has gone his nightly track

To the King's Head,

And left your door ajar; which I
Observed in passing by,

And thought it neighborly to give you no-
tice."

"Ten thousand thanks; how very few get, In time of danger,

Such kind attentions from a stranger!
Assuredly, that fellow's throat is

Doomed to a final drop at Newgate :
He knows, too, (the unconscionable elf!)
That there's no soul at home except myself."
"Indeed," replied the stranger (looking grave),
"Then he's a double knave;

He knows that rogues and thieves by scores
Nightly beset unguarded doors:

And see, how easily might one
Of these domestic foes,

Even beneath your very nose,
Perform his knavish tricks;
Enter your room, as I have done,
Blow out your candles - thus — and thus
Pocket your silver candlesticks,

And - walk off- thus

-

Over comfits and cates,

And dishes and plates,

Cowl and cope, and rochet and pall,
Mitre and crosier, he hopped upon all.
With a saucy air,

He perched on the chair

Where, in state, the great Lord Cardinal sat, In the great Lord Cardinal's great red hat; And he peered in the face

Of his Lordship's Grace,

With a satisfied look, as if he would say,

"WE TWO are the greatest folks here to-day!"

And the priests, with awe,

As such freaks they saw,

it!"

The Cardinal rose with a dignified look,
He called for his candle, his bell, and his book!
In holy anger and pious grief

He solemnly cursed that rascally thief!
He cursed him at board, he cursed him in bed;
From the sole of his foot to the crown of his

head;

He cursed him in sleeping, that every night He should dream of the Devil, and wake in a

fright.

He cursed him in eating, he cursed him in drinking,

He cursed him in coughing, in sneezing, in winking;

He cursed him in sitting, in standing, in lying;
He cursed him in walking, in riding, in flying;
He cursed him living, he cursed him dying!—
Never was heard such a terrible curse !
But what gave rise

To no little surprise,
Nobody seemed one penny the worse!

The day was gone, The night came on,

Deposits it straight

By the side of his plate,

When the sacristan saw, On crumpled claw,

No longer gay,

As on yesterday ;

His feathers all seemed to be turned the wrong

way;

His pinions drooped, he could hardly stand, His head was as bald as the palm of your hand; His eye,so dim,

So wasted each limb,

That, heedless of grammar, they all cried, "THAT'S

HIM!

At Matins, at Vespers, he never was out;

And, so far from any more pilfering deeds,

If any one lied, or if any one swore,

Or slumbered in prayer-time and happened to

snore,

That good Jackdaw

Would give a great “Caw !”

As much as to say, "Don't do so any more!"

Ma!"

"My father, he is on the seas, - my mother's

dead and gone!

And I am here, on this here pier, to roam the world alone;

The Conclave determined to make him a Saint.

cheer my heart,

brown' to buy a bit of bread with, — let

alone a tart.

"If there's a soul will give me food, or find me

in employ,

By day or night, then blow me tight!” (he was

a vulgar Boy ;)

And now I'm here, from this here pier it is my fixed intent