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Tho' small the power that fortune grant,
• And tew the gilts she sends us,
The lordly hirelings still shall want

'{ hat freedom which defends us; By law secur'd from lawless strife;

Our house is our castcllum,
Thus blest with all that's dear in life,

Tor lucre shall we sell them?

Each true born Briton's &c.

Sril WAS near a rock within a bay,

•iL Where many a slmtter'd vessel ride^ Au ample cottage shelter'd lay,

Which overlook'd the ebbing tides. Its calm inhabitants would view

The ocean struggling with the sky, Whene'er the northern tempest blew,

Or when each wave ran mountains high.

Once, at the closing of the day,

When angry Boreas in his rage,
Had clear'd the dark'ning clouds away

That caus'd a thund'ringwar to wage,—«
A ship-wreck'd sea-boy, pale and spent

With buffeting the threat'ning waves, Straight to the peaceful cottage went,

And, bending low, for succour craves.

He told his tale with feehle voice,
For he'd a heart that could not feign;

The list'ning hearers all rejoice
That he was safe on land again.

The

The parents and the children strove,
Who now should first his wants supply;

While pity caus'd each heart to move,
And sympathy fill'd every eye.

The can was fill'd, the fire was made,

To cheer and dry their drenched guest,
For each brought something to his aid,

And anxiously the boy caress'd.
At length reviv'd, express'd his mind,

And shew'd his gratitude so plain,
Forgot the thunder and the wind,

Besolv'd to try the sea again.

""^TOU ask how it comes that I sing about J*- Nancy

For ever, yet find something new: As well may you ask why delight fills the fancy

When land first appears to the crew. When safe from the toils of the perilous ocean,

In each heart thanks of gratitude spring, Feel this, and you'll have of my joy a. faint notion,

When with rapture of Nancy I sing.

You and I Nature's beauties have seen the world
over,
Yet never knew which to prefer;
Then why shuuld you wonder that I am no rover,
Since I see all those beauties in her?

Why, you'll find about ships all you've known

and been heariag, On their different bearings to bring, Though they all make their ports, they all vary

in steering,
So do I when of Nancy I sing.

Could a ship round the world, wind and weather
permitting,
A thousand times go and come back,
The ocean's so spacious, 'twould never be hitting,

For leagues upon leagues, the same track; So her charms are so numerous, so various, so clever, They produce in my mind such a string, That my tongue once let loose, I could sing on for ever, And vary the oftener I sing.

Shall I tell you the secret? You've but to love truly,

Own a heart in the right place that's hung, And, just as the prow to the helm answers duly,

That heart will lend words to the tongue.
No art do I boast of, no skiH I inherit;

Then do not of my praises ring,
But to love and to nature allow all the merit,

That taught me of Nancy to sing.

WHO has e'er been in London, that overgrown place, Has seen "Lodgings to Let" stare him full in the face:

Some Some are good, and let dearly; while some, 'tis

well known, Are so dear, and so bad, they arc best let alone.

Derry down.

Will Waddle, whose temper was studious and

lonely, Hired lodgings that took single gentlemen only; But Will was so fat he appear'd like a tun;— Or like two single gentlemen roll'd into one.

He enter'd his rooms, and to bed he retreated, But, all the night long he felt fever'd and heated: And, though heavy to weigh as a score of fat sheep, He was not, by any means, heavy to sleep.

Next night 'twas the same;—and the next;—and the next;

He perspir'd like an ox; he was nervous and vex'd:

Week pass'd after week; till by weekly succession,

His weakly condition was past all expression.

In six months his acquaintance began much to

doubt him, For his skin, "like a lady's loose gown," hung

about him; He sent for a doctor; and cry'd like a ninny, "1 have lost many pounds—make me well—there's

a guinea."

The doctor look'd wise:—" a slow fever," he said;

Prescrib'd sudorificks—and going to bed.

"Sudorificks in bed !"—exclaiin'd Will, "are

humbugs; "I've enough of them there without paying for

dru^s."

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Willkick'd out the doctor—but when ill indeed, E'en dismissing the doctor don't always succeed; So calling his host,—he said—" Sir, doyou know, "I'm the fat single gentleman six months ago?

"Lookee, landlord, I think," argued Will with

a grin, "That with honest intentions you first took me in; "But from thefirstnight—and to say itl'm bold— "I've been so damn'd hot that I'm sure I've

caught cold,"

Quoth the landlord—" till now, I ne'er had *

dispute; "I've let lodgings ten years;—I'm a baker to boot: "In airing your sheets, Sir, my wife is no sloven; "And your bed is immediately* over my oven."

"The Oven!!!" says Will—says the host, 'i Why

this passion? "In that excellent bed died three people of

fashion— "Why so crusty, good Sir?''—" Zounds !" cries

Will, in a taking, "Who wouldn't be crusty, with half a year's

baking?"

Will paid forhis rooms; cried the host with a sneer, *' Well, I see you've been going away half a year;" "Friend, we can't well agree—yetno quarrel"—

Will said, "For one man may die where another makes

bread."

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