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DRAPS O' WHISKY.
A SCOTCH SANG.
HENE’ER I’m fash'd* wi' ony plague,
My thirapple † dry an' husky,
Wi’ draps o' Highland whisky.
An' tight an’ braw iy q brisk ye;
As drinking draps o' whisky.
An' it grows mirk ** an' dusky,
To tipple draps o' whisky.
Till we get fu’ II an' frisky,
For t'ither drap o' whilky.
EPITAPH ON A NOTED HIGHWAYMAN, EXHIBITED AŞ AN EXAMPLE
TO HIS BRETHREN.
BY THE SAME.
ERE high fufpended on a gibbet hangs
A youth to ev'ry crime and plunder prone ;
The gaping gallows seiz'd him as its own.
Bad were his sentiments, his actions worse;
And when he mounted Newgate's fatal drop,
And got from him, what he deserv'd-a rope.
A MARGATE ADVERTISEMENT OF AN ASS-HIRER, WHOSE DONKEYS ARE ALTERNATELY
EMPLOYED BY LADIES AND SMUGGLERS.
BY THE SAME.
To bear angels by day, and spirits by night.
Fairies toil to make
COOKE's UNPARALLELED EXCELLENCE!
Cooke muust be allow'd a matchless fine fellow :
IMPROMPTU ON THE YOUNG ROSCIUS.
[From the Birmingham Chronicle.)
“ 'T was wonderful!" still they kepl·taying.
'ANOTHER. KEMBLE's laurels Young Betty's determin
d. to crop, And Cooke's well-carn'd fame to demolish; But before he exhibits in Old Drury's shop,
He's to Birmingham come for a polith!
Nunc eft bibendum, Hor. THE hill of fame is difficult to climb,
Few have the strength to reach her heights sublime Arriv'd half way, Cooke, like a lazy elf, Sits down contented, and gets drunk himself; While Betty, emulous to gain renown, Goes boldly on, by making drunk--the town!
VERSES BY THE PORTUGUESE DWARF.
From the Oracle]
Now you've lost dear Master Betty:
Quite so delicate and pretty ;
(So says Signor Smith of Bury ;)
I should make the mad folks nierry,
Years will only make me smaller ;
Every month will make him taller :
What though mightiest actors tremble
At this terrible Tom Thumb,
Siddons jaw.lockt, glouting, glum :
Little Douglas treads the ftage,
Sir John Falstaff and his Page;
Duncan, gay Thalia's child,
“ Warbling native wood-notes wild :"
About all this puff and pother?
When the mountain is a mocher:
[Original.) ROM feasting on Siddons how often I find
Fools feast upon Harlequin more to their mind : Thus flies, I?ve observ'd, from a taste as absund, ..On koney first feed, then indulge on a
THE ADVANTAGES OF SOLITUDE FOR STUDY.
Has got a seat
A SHORT STORY.
HEARD a Judge his Tipstaff call,
And say, “Sir, I desire,
The Tipftaff gravely said:
Because his wife is dead."
WRITTEN IN THE WINDOW OF A VILLAGE
[Original.] Principia Legendi, Scribendi, et Saltandi, in hac Schola inculcata. THEY who to greatness would advance,
Must read and write, and also dance.
Defcendens a Vertice ad Imum.