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Now to the squire, familiar bow'd the knight,
Who knew Sir Joseph at first sight—

What's strongly mark'd, is quickly known agen And with a frown that awe and dread commanded, The thief-takers severely reprimanded

For thus mistaking gentlemen.

Then bade them ask a pardon on their knees,

Of him that was a knight and F. R. S. Who, rather than the higher pow'rs displease,

Imagin'd that they could not well do less, Then on their knuckles rais'd they hands and eyes,

And crav'd sir Joseph's pardon for belief, That when they jump'd upon him by surprise,

They took so great a gemman for a thief, Hoping to mind the advice of Godly books,

Vi%. not to judge of people by their looks.


Houses, churches, mixt together,
Streets unpleasant in all weather;
Prisons, palaces contiguous,
Gates, a bridge, the Thames irriguous;
Gaudy things, enough to tempt ye,
Shewy outsides, ir.sides empty;
Bubbles, trades, mechanic arts,
Coaches, wheelbarrows, and carts;
Warrants bailiffs, bills unpaid,
Lords of laundresses afraid;
Rogues, that nightly rob and shoot men,
Hangmen, aldermen and footmen;
Lawyers, poets, priests, physicians;
Noble, simple, all conditions;
Worth beneath a thread-bare cover,
Villainy bedaub'd all over;


Women—black, red, fair, and grey,
Prudes, and such as never pray;
Handsome, ugly, noisy, still;
Some that will not—some that will;
Many a beau without a shilling,
Many a widow not unwilling;
Many a bargain, if you strike it,
This is London—How d' ye like it?



Through London streets upon a day,
The earl of Peterborough took his way,

All in his pompous coach—perhaps to dine—
The mob of London took it in their head,
This was the duke of Marlborough so dread

To Frenchmen on the Danube and the Rhine,

Unable such high merit to reward,

The mob resolved to show a great regard;

And so uniting join'd their forces

To draw his carriage, and dismiss the horses,

The.earl from out his carriage pok'd his face,
And told the mob that he was not his grace;

Then bid them be convine'd and look:
Hard of belief, as ev'n the hardest Jew,
They told him that they better knew,

Then swore by G— he was the duke:
Then threw their hats in air with loud huzzas,
And form'd a thunder of applause.

Loud bawl'd the earl that they were all deceiv'd—
Loud bawl'd the mob he should not be believ'd—


'Zounds!' cry'd the earl, 'be converts theft this minute;' So throwing sixpence to them, 'there, there, there, 'Take that,' crv'd Peterborough with a sneer—

'Now if you think I 'in he, the devil's in it.'



A Man of some small fortune had a wife,,
Sans doute, to be the comfort of his life;

And pretty well they bore the yoke together:
With little jarring liv'd the pair one year;
Sometimes the matrimonial sky was clear,

At times 't was dark and dull, and hazy weather.

Now came the time when mistress in the straw
Did, for the world's support Iter screams prepare;

And Slop appear'd, with fair obstetric paw,
To introduce his pupil to our air;

Whilst in a neighbouring room the husband satr

Musing on this thing now, and now on that j.

Now sighing at the sorrows of his wife; Praying to Heav'n that he could take the pain J. But recollecting that such pray'rs were vain,

He made no more an offer of his life.

As thus he Ihusm in solemn study,

Ideas sometimes clear, and sometimes muddy,

In Betty rush'd with comfortable news— * Sir, sir, I wish you joy, I wish you joy— 'Madam is brought to bed of a fine boy—

'As fine as ever stood in shoes.'

'I 'm glad on't Betty cri'd the master— *I pray there may be no disaster;

'All's with your mistress well, I hop«r*


Quoth she, 'All 's well as heart can well desire 'With madam and the fine young squire: 'So likewise says old doctor Slop.'

Off Betty hurried as fast as she could scour,

Fast and as hard as any horse
That trotteth fourteen miles an hour—

A pretty tolerable course.

Soon happy Betty came again,

Blowing with all her might and main;

Just like a grampus, or a whale;

In sounds, too, that would Calais reach from Dovejv

* Sir, sir, more happy tidings ; 't is not over—

'And madam 's brisker than a nightingale:

* A fine young lady to the world is come,

'Squawling away just as I left the room

'Sir, this is better than a good estate.'

'Humph,' quoth the happy man, and scratch'd his pate.

Now looking up, now looking down; Not with a smile, but somewhat like a frown— 'Good God,' says he, 'why was not I a cock, 'Who never feels of burd'ning brats the shock; * Who, Turk-like, struts amidst his madam's picking, 'Whilst to the hen belongs the care

* To carry them to cat or take the air,

'Or bed beneath her wing the chicken?'

Just as this sweet soliloquy was ended,
He found affairs not greatly mended;

For in bounc'd Bet, her rump with rapture jigging— 'Another daughter, sir—a charming child.'— 'Another!' cry'd the man, with wonder wild; 'Zounds! Betty ask your mistress if she's trigging/ JUSTIFICATION.

A Farmer once, who wanted much

A sturdy husbandman;
And one, weir qualified as such,

To suit his thrifty plan:

One who was sparing at his meaty

And sparing in his drink;
And, daily task-work to completer

Would never flinch or shrink;

Induc'd a clodpole to apply,

Commended by a neighbour, As 'Never hungry, never dry,

'Nor ever tir'd of labour!'

But soon, when hir'd, and set to work,

He prov'd, to crown the bam,
As lazy as as a cross-legged turk, ,

Yet turkey-like, he'd cram!

For bacon-rack was quickly shrunk,

So well he 'd fill his dish;
And soon the cellar's stock was sunk,

Be 'd drink so like a fish!

Which made old Squeezum rail and rave,
Against his neighbour Muggs;

To babble him like a lying knave,
With three such d—d humbugs.

You 'Never hungry! ne'er athirst!

• Of working never tir'd!' I wish that both your skins had burst,

Ere such a pest I hir'd.

'Hold, zur,' says Hobnail, 'doant ye vly 'In such a deadly twod'dje;

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