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said the Fidler: I like to see harmony rertnredD'ye tho'; you like to see harmony restored! Why, then, here's to you, Mr. Wiggins, &c.

A BEGGAR I am, and of low degree,
For I'm come of a begging family.
I'm lame; but when in a fighting-bout,
I whip off my leg, and fight it out;
In running, I leave the beadle behind;
And a lass I can see, tho', alas ! I am blind;
Thro' town and village I gaily jog,
My music, the bell of m_y little dog.
I'm cloth'd in rags,
I'm hung with bags,
That round me wags;
I've a bag for uiy salt,
A bag for my malt,

A bag for the leg of a goose;
For my oats a bag,
Tor my groats a bag,'

And a bottle to hold my boose.
It's now heaven bless you for vour charity;
And then push the can about,' fol de rol de re.i\
In begging a farthing, I'm poor and old;
In spending auoblc, I'm stout and bold:
When a brave full company I see,
It's " my noble master, your charity !"—
But when a traveller I meet alone,
"Stand and deliver, or I'll knock you down!"*
All day for a wandering mumper I pass;
All night—O! a barn, and buxom lassl

I'm cloth'd in rags, &c.

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T Symond's-Inn I sip my tea, Then file a judgment, or a plea; Inroll a deed in special tail; Tax the costs, or put in bail. I 4&peaks.\ O! it's a clear case, Sir; the defendant's a married woman, pleads her coverture; you'd better not go on; your client will have , all the costs to pay.—Will lie? dem'ine, if mine

don't, yours shall! that's all. &ngs.] With sham plea and misnomer; Nil debet, nulla bona: Declaration, Replication; Fieri facias, Special capias; Affidavit, devastavit; . Claosum fregit, Non elegit; Nones.t factum, Nudum pactum; Demoratur, Allocatur; Ad satisfaciendum, et respondendum.

Should a client ask advice, There's six and eight-pence in a trice; Or treat me to a dinner, I make him pay For all I say, So I'm sure to be the winner. Speaks.] Sir, you've certainly merits; I'll speak to Mr. Shark, the plaintiff's attorney.—Pray, Sir/ did you knock my client's eye out?—No, Sir; we plead ajustincation to the assault;—then, Sir, we must go to trial.

Sings.] With sham plea, &c.

P2 For

For plaintiff or defendant,

If but the fees we snack. We never make an end on't, Till the coat is od'his back. Speaks.] Lord, Sir, only a few e*.tra costs, such as the master won't allow: poor devils of clients pay the piper- ftattliug down in post-chaise to the assizes; hackney-coaches to Westmiuster-hall; my gig on a Sunday; counsel'* fees, tavern-bills, and travelling expenses. Sings.] With sham plea, &c.

FOR England, when, with fav'iing gale,
Our gallant ship up channel steer'd,
,And scudding under easy sail,

The high blue western land appear'd;
To heave the lead the seajsen sprung,
And to the pilot eueerly suag,

By the deep Mikei
And bearing up to gain the port,

Some well-known object kept *n view j
An abbey-totvV, an harbour fort.

Or beacon to the vessel true.
While oft the lead the seamen flung.
And to the pilot choerly sung,
By the mark Seven!

And as the much-lov'd shore we near,

With transport we behold the roof.

Where dwelt a friend or partner dear.

Of faith and love a matchless proof:

The lead once more the seamen ften£,

And fo the pilot cheerly sung,

Quarter less Five!

FLQ\?

FLOW thou regal purple stream,
Tinted by the solar beam;
In my goblet sparkling rise,
Cheer my heart, and «lad my eyes!
Flow thou regal purple stream,
Tinted by the solar beam;
In my goblet sparkling rise,
Cheer my heart, and glad my eyes!
In my sparkling goblet rise,'
Cheer my heart, and glad my eyes!

My brain ascend on Fancy's wing,

'Noint me, wine, a. jovial king!

My brain ascend on Fancy's wing,

'Noint me, wine, a jovial king!

My brain ascend on Fancy's wing,

'Nointme, wine, a jovial king!

A jovial king! a jovial king! a jovial king!

While I live, I'll lave my clay;

When I'm dead, and gone away,

Letimy thirsty subjects say,

A month he reign'd, but that was May!

While I live, I'll lave my clay;

When I'm dead, and gone away,

Let my thirsty subjects say,

A month be reign'd, but that was May:

Let my thirsty subjects say,

A month he reign'd, but that was May!

But that was Mav! but that was Mav!

»3. ARIADNE ARIADNE one morning to Theseus was turn,

When missing her man, to the beach d»wn sW flew; IJer erics unavailing, she saw ftir off sailing, His ship, 'fore the wind, less'ning swift to her view, She tore her fine hair, beat her breast in despair; Spread her arms to the skies, and sunk down ki a swoon; When Bacchus, 'midst aether, begg'd leave of his father To comfort the Lady.—Jove granted the boon,

Then gently descending, her sorrows befriending,

His thi/rsiithe struck 'gainst the big-beily'dearth,

When o'er the smooth gravel, in murnPringtravel,

A spring of ('hampaiguathec head bubbled forth.

She wak'd with the scent, gave her sorrows fresh

vent:

Yet to drink she determin'd, exhausted by tears:

She tastes the Champaign—licks her lips—tastes

again,

And feels herself suddenly freed from her fears.

As still she kept, sipping, her heart lightly leaping,

She look'd upon Thc's. as a pitiful elf; Wine turn'd her to singing, hi hopesit would bring in A lover—'twas lonely to drink by herself. The god, her adorer, confess'd stood before her; She hail'd the celestial, she weleom'd theguest: (Champaign stopp'd resistance, she kept not her distance, J3utjoUUy clasp'd the young buck to her breast.

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