Then let us sing, "Long live the King," ANONYMOUS. THE GOUTY MERCHANT AND THE STRANGER. Ships, shops, and slops; Gum, galls, and groceries; ginger, gin, - "Your footman, sir, has gone his nightly track To the King's Head, And left your door ajar; which I And thought it neighborly to give you no- "Ten thousand thanks; how very few get, In time of danger, Such kind attentions from a stranger! Doomed to a final drop at Newgate : He knows that rogues and thieves by scores And see, how easily might one Even beneath your very nose, And - walk off- thus - But he still talked away, spite of coughs and of frowns, So distracting all ears with his ups and his downs, My stomach is not ruled by other men's, That a wag once, on hearing the orator say, them, pray?" O! O! Orator Puff, etc. A fig, say I, for any streaky part, FAITHLESS SALLY BROWN. YOUNG Ben he was a nice young man, And he fell in love with Sally Brown, But as they fetched a walk one day, Whilst Ben he was brought to. The boatswain swore with wicked words That, though she did seem in a fit, 'T was nothing but a feint. "Come, girl," said he, "hold up your head, He'll be as good as me ; For when your swain is in our boat A boatswain he will be." Over comfits and cates, And dishes and plates, Cowl and cope, and rochet and pall, He perched on the chair Where, in state, the great Lord Cardinal sat, In the great Lord Cardinal's great red hat; And he peered in the face Of his Lordship's Grace, With a satisfied look, as if he would say, "WE TWO are the greatest folks here to-day!" And the priests, with awe, As such freaks they saw, Said, "The Devil must be in that little Jack-Some rascal or other had popped in and prigged it!" The Cardinal rose with a dignified look, He solemnly cursed that rascally thief! head; He cursed him in sleeping, that every night He should dream of the Devil, and wake in a fright. He cursed him in eating, he cursed him in drinking, He cursed him in coughing, in sneezing, in winking; He cursed him in sitting, in standing, in lying; To no little surprise, The day was gone, The night came on, And, not thinking at all about little Jackdaws, The monks and the friars they searched till dawn; Deposits it straight By the side of his plate, When the sacristan saw, On crumpled claw, While the nice little boys on his Eminence wait; Come limping a poor little lame Jackdaw ! Till, when nobody's dreaming of any such thing, No longer gay, As on yesterday ; His feathers all seemed to be turned the wrong way; His pinions drooped, he could hardly stand, His head was as bald as the palm of your hand; His eye,so dim, So wasted each limb, That, heedless of grammar, they all cried, "THAT'S HIM! The carpet, the floor, and the walls, and the ceil- That's the scamp that has done this scandalous At Matins, at Vespers, he never was out; And, so far from any more pilfering deeds, He always seemed telling the Confessor's beads. I haven't got no supper! and I have n't got no If any one lied, or if any one swore, Or slumbered in prayer-time and happened to snore, That good Jackdaw Would give a great “Caw !” As much as to say, "Don't do so any more!" Ma!" "My father, he is on the seas, - my mother's dead and gone! And I am here, on this here pier, to roam the world alone; While many remarked, as his manners they I have not had, this livelong day, one drop to The Conclave determined to make him a Saint. cheer my heart, brown' to buy a bit of bread with, — let alone a tart. "If there's a soul will give me food, or find me in employ, By day or night, then blow me tight!” (he was a vulgar Boy ;) And now I'm here, from this here pier it is my fixed intent And on newly made Saints and Popes, as you To jump as Mister Levi did from off the Monu |