"A goodly gray! why, then, I say, That gray belongs to me! "Let me endorse again my horse, The wine was drunk-the money paid, To pay another man so much And let the chase again take place MORAL. Thus pleasure oft eludes our grasp JACK HALL. IS very hard when men forsake But certain rogues will come and break 'Tis hard we can't give up our breath, And snatch us from our homes beneath, The tender lover comes to rear The mournful urn, and shed his tear- The while his Sacharissa dear Is in a sack! 'Tis hard one cannot lie amid The mould, beneath a coffin-lid, But thus the Faculty will bid Their rogues break through it, If they don't want us there, why did One of these sacrilegious knaves, 'Neath church-yard wall— Mayhap because he fed on graves, By day it was his trade to go But long before they pass'd the ferry, In fact, he let them have a very Night after night, with crow and spade, On corses of all kinds he prey'd, A perfect corsair! At last-it may be, Death took spite, And soon they met, the man and sprite, Jack, by the glimpses of the moon, But Jack's tough courage did but swo a Anon he gave his spade a swing Ready for what mishaps might spring Funking indeed was quite a thing "Hollo!" cried Death, "d'ye wish your sands Run out? the stoutest never stands A chance with me,-to my commands But I'm your friend-so let's shake hands, Jack, glad to see th' old sprite so sprightly But Death, who had no nose, politely Declin'd the offer. Then sitting down upon a bank, Quoth Jack unto the Lean and Lank, |