The spirit of law is the length of the brief;
John Bull has the spirit of port and roast beef;
His spirit's the spirit to suffer no wrong,

And my spirits are rais'd by this spirited throng.

Choice spirits appear at each good fellow's call; The miser possesses no spirit at all;

The spirit of physic kills many an elf;

And the spirit of love comes upon us by stealth.

May the spirit of concord all Europe invade,
And the spirit of commerce lend spirit to trade.
May the spirit of discord and enmity cease,
And no black spirit lay the spirit of peace.

Shannon and Chesapeake.

SHE comes, she comes, in glorious style,
To quarters fly, my hearts of oak,

Success shall soon reward our toil,"

Exclaim'd the gallant Captain Broke.

"Three cheers, my brave lads, shall our ardour be

speak,

Then give them a taste of our cannon;

And soon, my bold fellows, the proud Chesapeake
Shall lower her flag to the Shannon."

Lawrence, Columbia's pride and boast,
Of conquest counted sure as fate,
And thus address'd his nautic host,
With form erect, and heart elate;

"Three cheers, my brave crew, shall your courage bespeak,

Then give them the sound of your cannon;
And soon we shall see that the bold Chesapeake
Will lower the flag of the Shannon."

Silent as death each foe drew nigh,
And lock'd in hostile close embrace,
Broke, with a British seaman's eye,
Could soon the signs of terror trace;

And cried, whilst his looks did his ardour bespeak, "They flinch, my brave boys, from their cannon, Board! board! my bold comrades, the proud Che sapeake

Shall soon be a prize to the Shannon."

Swift flew the word, Britannia's sons
Spread death and terror where they came,
The trembling foe forsook their guns,
And call'd aloud on mercy's name;

Brave Broke led the way, but fell wounded and weak,
Yetexclaim'd, "They've all fled from their cannon,
Three cheers, my brave fellows, the proud Chesa
peake

Has lower'd her flag to the Shannon,"

The day was one, but Lawrence fell,
And clos'd his eyes in endless night;
And oft Columbia's sons will tell,

Their hopes all blighted in the fight;

But brave Capt. Broke, tho' yet wounded and weak, Survives to again play his cannon;

And his name from the shores of the wide Chesapeake,

Shall be praised to the banks of the Shannon,

Mail Coach.

COME listen to my story
Now seated in my glory,
We make no longer stay;
A bottle of good sherry
Has made us all quite merry,
Let Momus rule the day-
We hearty all and well are,
Drive to the White Horse Cellar,
Get a snack before we go-
Bring me a leg of mutton-
I'm as hungry as a glutton-
Some gravy soup-hollo!

(Spoken in different voices.)-Why, waiter!-Coming, sir.-Where is my gravy soup! Just took off the gridiron.-Make haste, I shall loose my place. I hope your honour will remember the poor ostler,-Are the beef steaks ready? No! but your chops are. What a concourse of people are going in these coaches.-All fast behind.-Hip!--(Imitates the sound of the guard's horn.)

Then 'tis away we rattle

Jolly dogs and stylish cattle,
Crack whip, and dash away.

What a cavalcade of coaches
On every side approaches!

What work for man and beast!
We must have a little drop, sir,
Then we'll gallop, till we stop, sir-
And afterwards make haste,

I mount-the whip I crack now,
All bustle-what a pack now
On every side approach!
Now making sad grimaces,
All for the want of places,

They cry-I've lost the coach.

(Spoken in various voices.)-How's this? I'm sure my name was booked.-No such thing, ma'am. -A lady and a parrot in a cage.-That fare can't go inside, one parrot's enough at a time.-No room for two ladies ?-None at all for females; this is a mail coach Set me down at the butcher's shop; I should not like to be seen getting out of a coach.Tie a handkerchief round your neck, Billy; you'll catch cold.-Yes; good bye, grand papa; give my grand-mamma.-Hip! (Imitates the horn.) Then 'tis away we rattle,

love to

Jolly dogs and stylish cattle,
Crack whip, and dash away.

Four in hand from Piccadilly,
Snugly seated in the dilly,
Away we scamper all,
What merry wags and railers,
What jolly dogs and sailors,
Begin to sing and bawl.
From ev'ry place we start, sir,
Some company depart, sir,

And others come, no doubt;
For plenty there's of room now,
And any one may come now,
Four insides and one out.

(Spoken in different voices.)--Are my boxes all safe?-You have put my trunk in a wrong coach.-

Never fear, ma'am, we shall overtake it.What a figure you cut in that Welch wig!-Hold your tongue, sirrah; you've woke me out of a comfortable nap. Keep the windows shut; I have got a cold, and stiff neck: my little girl isn't well.-Keep your feet in; you've got your leg between mine. I don't mind it, if the gentleman don't.--Hip! (Imitates the horn.).

Then 'tis away we rattle,

Jolly dogs and stylish cattle,
Crack whip, and dash away.

The Cobler.

LAST week I took a wife,
And when I first did woo her,

I'vow'd to stick through life

Like cobler's wax unto her :

But soon we went, by some mishap,
To loggerheads together,
And when my wife began to strap,
Why, I began to leather.

My wife, without her shoes,

Is hardly three feet seven ;
And I, to all men's views,

Am full five feet eleven;

So when, to take her down some pegs,
I drubb'd her neat and clever,
She made a bolt right through my legs,
And ran away for ever.