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BY MR. BULLER OF BRAZEN NOSE.
MEANTIME, suppose them safely housed and drest
For Lady Poyntz's entertainment grand,
And choicest company of Berkshire land.
Ten thousand interrogatories to stand
Scarce was he usher'd, when a friendly gripe
Took his hand captive. “My good fellow Wat!
For near ten years, till Catberine Seymour's plot
Of your supreme good fortune, which is not
A little termagant till six years old :
But well brought up; a heart of first-rate mould:
But for a man of mettle, true and bold
I put Jack Shirley on another scent.
And our coach, by the time your things are sent,
A change from all this county botherment.
Don't mind her nonsense-she is sound at heart.
On us, Sir Benedict :-decisive, smart,
The old fellow's hide who drove you to that start,
He's here, on the qui vive, to wish you joy;
Had settled to remove Webb's cause, my boy,
Your hand again'twould have ensured employ.
But you had started. How betimes you stirr'd!
« Now for my mother ; it is nearly three,
And we are starving. Dinner quickly, John. Oh, there she is besieged ; e'en let her be.
That fool the mayor !-Shirley and I push'd on
Ran frantic to his office, and the son
He got most terribly set down to.day
For once ; the fellow's harmless in his way;
But he can scarce last long : the son, they say, Has his good points, though weak. Forde, here's your man ; Now ask him how he likes his backwood plan. " Don't wring his hand off. So it seems we both
Fought upon different sides at Roundway Down ? I knew it not last night, I'll take my oath.
Forde, you kept snug our friend's by-gone renown.
That desperate mêlée,-I with a crack'd crown
And, if I recollected, time slips fast.
In the great dining-hall to which they pass'd ; But how the party look'd, or what they ate,
Things of the knife-and-fork-and-needle cast, The milliners and cooks could tell, no doubt, Who drest the dinner and the diners-out.
The ladies gone, and drank with cordial cheer.
Up rose Sir Henry Poyntz. “John, more Bordeaux. Mr. High Sheriff, friends and gentles dear,
And comrades whom I served with years ago,
Discharge them o'er your heads; none here, I know,
Pledge me, I pray, as neighbours, to the health
Of my friend Counsellor and Captain Childe. He was (I smuggle no one here by stealth,)
A tough King Charles's man; but these his wild
And station we may find him reconciled
They'll find a right good neighbour in my friend.
That hath borne this my prosing to an end." The toast was echo'd as we hear and see
When men in social intercourse unbend With wine and chat :-thought Walter, “Oh, ye powers ! Now! and this same time four-and-twenty hours !"
No time for thought, though ; there not often is,
When summon'd by the tacit requisition Of silence. Reader, whether sage or quiz,
If you stood never yet in this position,
;—what a whiz
But he, well-grounded in forensic art,
And feeling his own self-esteem touch'd nearly, Spoke, as he always acted, from his heart,
And said his short say manfully and clearly.
As on due thought I purposed most sincerely,
I fancied it my duty yesterday
To state what roused your spirit as a son; What I say now, I was prepared to say
When, last night's converse hardly yet begun, Some other subject drew your thoughts away ;
In fact a first brief, whether lost or won, Tempts lawyers to o'erstep the strict propriety Which should prevail in business and society.
“ Observe, however, for I'll not deny it,
I hold your father, jury, judge, and all,
With all good speed, in Westminster's old hall.
That need occasion—I'll not say a brawl
I need not give the bravos which ensued
From guests, mayor, sheriff, host; nor need I say Hands were exchanged. Poor Barebone, who had stew'd
And fretted with vexation half the day,
And really felt most anxious to repay
Anon he clear'd his throat, and pledged his word,
Both in his own and in his father's name, The case and cost should be forthwith referr'd
To any two friends there,—twas all the same. This tit-for-tat proceeding, simply stir'd
By impulse, and a sense of honest shame, Gain'd him, he quickly found, much estimation, And turn'd out worth his whole past education.
The tables were removed a whit perchance
Earlier than usual in that jovial day,
And on the bowling-green the gentles stray
To six, and Walter long'd to get away