If fraught with good-humour, I care not how much
In sentiment people divide,

In opinion for diff'ring my temper is such,
I scorn any soul to deride.

Tho' the dictates of reason flow pointed and strong,
Such prejudice hangs on the mind,

From debates, howe'er pertinent, nervous, or long,
You seldom a convert will find;
Then shew me the man wheresoever I go,
That always will sociable be,

If we can't think alike, still the beauty of all
Is-through life to go easy and free.

As the sons of the whip must to business attend,
I always make much of the day,

At night, with my bottle, my pipe, and my friends,
The moments glide smoothly away;
All travellers truly it must be confest,
Good orders are glad to receive;
Disappointments in trade never rob me of rest,
For madness I deem it to grieve.

Then my worthies the toast which to give I'm inclin'd,

I hope with all minds will agree, Wishing every free-hearted friend to mankindThrough life may go easy and free.

On Friendship.

THE world, my dear Myra! is full of deceit,

And friendship's a jewel we seldom can meet How strange does it seem, that, in searching around, This source of content is so rare to be found.

O Friendship! thou balm and rich sweet'ner of life! Kind parent of ease, and composer of strife! Without thee, alas! what are riches and power, But empty delusions, the joys of an hour?

How much to be priz'd and esteem'd is a friend, On whom we may always with safety depend! Our joys, when extended, will always increase ; And griefs, when divided, are hush'd into peace. When fortune is smiling, what crowds will appear, Their kindness to offer, and friendship sincere! Yet change but the prospect, and point out distress, No longer to court you they eagerly press.

Old Towler.

BRIGHT Chanticleer proclaims the dawn,
And spangles deck the thorn,
The lowing herds now quit the lawn,
The lark springs from the corn;

Dogs, huntsmen, round the window throng,
Fleet Towler leads the cry,

Arise the burden of my song,

This day a stag must die.

With a hey, ho, chivey,

Hark forward, hark forward, tantivy,

Hark, hark, tantivy,

This day a stag must die.

The cordial takes its merry round,

The laugh and joke prevail,

The huntsman blows a jovial sound,
The dogs snuff up the gale;

The upland winds they sweep along,
O'er fields, through brakes they fly,
The game is rous'd-too true the song,
This day a stag must die.

With a hey, ho, &c.

Poor stag! the dogs thy haunches gore,
The tears run down thy face,
The huntsman's pleasure is no more,
His joys were in the chase;
Alike the generous sportsman burns,
To win the blooming fair,

But yet he honours each by turns,

They each become his care.

With a hey, ho, &c.

Buxom Nan.

THE wind was hush'd, the storm was over,
Unfurl'd was ev'ry flowing sail!
From toil releas'd, when Dick of Dover
Went with his messmates to regale.
All danger's o'er, cried he, my neat hearts,
Drown care, then, in the smiling can ;
Come, bear a hand, let's toast our sweethearts,
And first I'll give my buxom Nan.

She's none of they that's always gigging,
And stem and stern made up of art;

One knows a vessel by her rigging,

Such ever slight a constant heart:

With straw hat, and pink streamers flowing,
How oft to meet me has she ran ;

While for dear life would I be rowing,
To meet with smiles my buxom Nan.

Jack Jollyboat went to the Indies,
To see him stare when he came back!
The girls were so all off the hinges,

His Poll was quite unknown to Jack:
Tant-masted all, to see who's tallest,
Breast-works, top-ga'nt-sails, and a fan;
Messmate, cried I, more sail than ballast;
Ah! still give me my buxom Nan.

None on life's sea can sail more quicker,
To shew her love, or serve her friend;
But hold, I'm preaching o'er my liquor-
This one word, then, and there's an end :
Of all the wenches whatsoundever,

I say, then, find me out who can,
One half so true, so kind, so clever,
Sweet, trim and neat, as buxom Nan.

Nong tong paw.

JOHN BULL for pastime took a prance, Some time ago, to peep at France,

To talk of sciences and arts,

And knowledge gain'd in foreign parts;

Monsieur, obsequious, heard him speak,
And answered him in Heathen Greek,
To all he ask'd, 'bout all he saw,
'Twas, Monsieur, je vous n'entends pas.

John to the Palace Royal come,

Its splendour almost struck him dumb:
I say, whose house is that there here?
Hosse! je vous n'entends pas, monsieur.
What! Nong tong paw again! cries John,
This fellow is some mighty Don;

No doubt has plenty for the maw,
I'll breakfast with this Nong tong paw.

John saw Versailles from Marli's height,
And cried, astonish'd at the sight,
Whose fine estate is that there here?
Stat! je vous n'entends pas, monsieur,
His! what-the land and houses too?
This fellow's richer than a Jew:
On every thing he lays his claw:

I should like to dine with Nong tong paw.

Next tripping came a courtly fair;
John cried, enchanted with her air,
What lovely wench is that there here?
Ventch! je vous n'entends pas, monsieur,
What he again! upon my life,-
A palace, lands, and then a wife:
Sir Joshua might delight to draw ;
I should like to sup with Nong tong paw,

N