How art may shape the falling trees
To forms of luxury and ease;
He weighs not matters such as these,
But sings, and hacks, and hews.

The tree, when fell'd by this good man,
Perhaps may form the spruce sedan,
Or wheelbarrow, where Oyster Nan
So vulgar runs her rig;

The stage, where boxers crowd in flocks,
Or else for quacks-perhaps the stocks,
Or posts for signs, or barbers' blocks,
Where smiles the parson's wig.

Thou mak'st, bold peasant, O what grief,
The gibbet whereon hangs the thief,
The seats where sits the great Lord Chief,
The throne, the cobler's stall ;
Thou pamper'st life in every stage,
Mak'st Folly's whims, Pride's equipage,
And toys for children, crutches for age,
And coffins for us all,

Yet justice let us still afford,-
Those chairs and this convivial board,
The binn that holds gay Bacchus' hoard,
Confess the woodman's stroke;
He made the press that bled the vine,
The butt that holds the generous wine,
The hall itself where tipplers join

To crack their mirthful joke,

Four-and-twenty Perriwigs.

FOUR and twenty perriwigs all on a row, Four and twenty perriwigs all on a row. There were tye-wigs, wry wigs, powder, and pomatum, friz away to make 'em, gay, and look so proud among the crowd, down below,

Because it was my Lord Mayor's show,
Therefore let us be merry.

Four and twenty philosophers all on a row, Four and twenty philosophers all on a row, There was peeping at the moon in the afternoon, to find out-tye wigs, wry wigs, &c.

Four and twenty maidens all on a row,
Four and twenty maidens all on a row.

There was my sweetheart will be here to-nightpeeping at the inoon, &c.

Four and twenty watchmen all on a row,
Four and twenty watchmen all on a row.

There was past ten o'clock,-my sweetheart will be here to night, &c.

Four and twenty gormondizers all on a row, Four and twenty gormondizers all on a row. There was Alderman Swallow-pudding on the right hand, and Deputy Marrow-fat on the left; there was give me a clean plate, hob nob, more

green fat, and there they were at it till-past ten o'clock, &c.

Four and twenty turtles all on a row,
Four aud twenty turtles all on a row.

There was odds fish what the devil shall we do, what will become of they and I and you, for there's Alderman Swallow-pudding, &c.

Four and twenty actresses all on a row,
Four and twenty actresses all on a row.

There was, how do you like your part, ma'am? I'm quite pleas'd with mine; but then if the piece should be da-ed ?-odds fish, what the, &c.

Four and twenty boxers all on a row,
Four and twenty boxers all on a row,

There was squaring and sparring, knock down blows and stopping-well, queering his peepers and letting the day-light into his skull, upon a stage twenty-four feet square;- how do you like your párt? &c!

Four and twenty Israelites all on a row, Four and twenty Israelites all on a row. There was, I can't eat any more pork, it makes me sick; any old clothes to sell, shoes, hats, or old wigs? there was squaring and sparring, &c.

I WAS, d'ye see, a waterman,
As tight and spruce as any:
"Twixt Richmond town,
And Horsley Down,

I earn'd an honest penny:
None could of fortune's favours brag
More than could lucky I;
My cot was snug, well fill'd my cag,
My grunter in the sty:
With wherry tight,
And bosom light,

I cheerfully did row;

And to complete this princely life, Sure never man had friend or wife Like my Poll and my partner Joe.

I roll'd in joys like these awhile,
Folks far and near caress'd me;
Till, woe is me,

So lubberly,

The press-gang came, and press'd me. How could I all these pleasures leave? How with my wherry part?

I never so took on to grieve:
It wrung my very heart,

But when on board
They gave the word

To foreign parts to go,

I rued the moment I was born,
That ever I should thus be torn

From my Poll and my partner Joe.

I did my duty manfully,
While on the billows rolling
And, night or day,

Could find my way,

Blindfold, to the main-top-bowling, Thus, all the dangers of the main, Quicksands, and gales of wind, I brav'd, in hopes to taste again, The joys I left behind. In climes afar,

Mid hottest war,

Pour'd broadsides on the foe,
In hopes these perils to relate,
As by my side attentive sate
My Poll and my partner Joe.

At last it pleas'd His Majesty
To give peace to the nation;..
And honest hearts,

From foreign parts,

Came home for consolation.
Like lightning-for I felt new life,
Now safe from all alarms-

I rush'd, and found my friend and wife
Lock'd in each other's arms!
Yet fancy not

I bore my lot

Tame, like a lubber:-No:

For, seeing I was finely trick'd,
Plump to the devil I fairly kick'd

My Poll and my partner Joe.