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said the Fidler': I like to see harmony restored. D'ye tho'; you like to see harmony restored!

Why, then, here's to you, Mr. Wiggins, &c.

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BEGGAR I am, and of low degree,
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 my little dog.

I'm cloth'd in rags,
I'm hung with bags,
That round me wags;
I've a bag for my salt,
A bag for my malt,

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

And a bottle to hold my boose.
It's now heaven bless you for your charity:
And then push the can about, fol de rol de ree,
In begging a farthing, I'm poor and old;
In spending a noble, 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 lass!
I'vis cloth'd in rags, &c.

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ASymond's-Im Isip my tea,

Then file a judgment, or a plea;
Inroll a deed in special tail;

Tax the costs, or put in bail. ?
Speaks.] 0! it's a clear case, Sir; the defend-

ant's a married woman, pleads her coverture;

you'd better not go on; your client will have s all the costs to pay.~Will he? dem’me, if mine

don't, yours shall! that's all.
Sings.] With sham.plea and misnomer;

Nil debet, nulla bona:
Declaration, Replication;
Fieri facias, Special capias ;
Affidavit, devastavit;
Clausum fregit, Non elegit;
Non est 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 a justification to the assault;-then, Sir, we must go to trial.

Sings.] With shain plea, &c.

For

For plaintiff or defendant,

It' but the fees we spack,
We never make an end on't,

Till the coat is off his back. Speaks.] Lord, Sir, only a few extra costs, such as the master won't allow: poor devils of clients pay the piper. Rattling down in post-chaise to the assizes; hackney-coaches to Westminster-hall; my gig on a Sunday; counsel's fees, tavern-bills, and travelling expenses.

Sings.] With sham plea, &c. FOR England, when, with far’ring sale,

Our galant ship up channel steerd, And scudding under easy sail,

The high blue western land appear'd;
To heave the lead the searnen sprung,
And to the pilot cheerly sung,

By the deep NINE!
And bearing up to gain the port,

Some well-known object kept in view ;
An abbey-tow'r, an harbour fort,

Or beacon to the vessel true.
While oft the lead the seamen fung,
And to the pilot cheerly 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 Aung,
And to the pilot cheerly sung,
Quarter less FIVE!

FLOW

FLOW
GLOW thou regal purple stream,

Tinted by the solar beam;
In my goblet sparkling rise,
Cheer my heart, and glad 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,
Noint me, 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,
Let my 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 he reign'd, but that was May:
Let my thirsty subjects say,
A month he reign'd, but that was May!
But that was May! but that was May!

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ARIADNE ARIADNE one morning to Theseus was turis When missing her man, to the beach down she

flew; Iser cries unavailing, she saw far off sailing, His ship, 'fore the wind, less’ning swift to her

view, Slie tore her fine hair, beat her breast in despair; Spread her arms to the skies, and sunk down in

a swoon ; When Bacchus, 'ınidst æther, begg'd leave of his

father To comfort the Lady:- Jove granted the boon, Then gently descending, her sorrows befriending,

Histhyrsus he struck'gainst the big-belly’dearth, When o'er the smooth gravel, in murm?ring travel,

A spring of Champaign ather head bubbled forth. She wak'd with the scent, gave her sorrows fresh

Yet to drink she determin'd, exhausted by tears: She tastes the Champaign---licks her lipstastes

again, And feels herself suddenly freed from her fears. As still she kept sipping, her heart lightly leaping,

She look'd upon Thes. as a pitiful elf; Wine turn'd her to singing, in hopesit would bring

in A lover--'twas lonely to drink by herself. The god, her adorer, contess'd stood before her;

She hail'd the celestial, she welcom'd theguest: Champaign stopp'd resistance, she kept not her

distance, Butjellily clasp'd the young buck to her breast.

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