Said she, my taste will never learn So I must beg you will come here But still he stoutly urged his suit With vows, and sighs, and tears, Yet could not pierce her heart, altho' He drove the Dart for years. In vain he wooed, in vain he sued, He fretted all the way to Stroud, At last her coldness made him pine But still he loved like one resolved O Mary! view my wasted back, Alas, in vain he still assail'd, Her heart withstood the dint; Though he had carried sixteen stone He could not move a flint. Worn out, at last he made a vow Now some will talk in water's praise, But John, tho' he drank nothing else, The cruel maid that caused his love For looking in the butt, she saw Some say his spirit haunts the Crown, But that is only talk For after riding all his life, His ghost objects to walk! HUGGINS AND DUGGINS PASTORAL, AFTER POPE Two swains or clowns-but call them swains- For all that tend on sheep as drovers HUGGINS Of all the girls about our place, There's one beats all in form and face; Search through all Great and Little Bumpstead, You'll only find one Peggy Plumstead, DUGGINS To groves and streams I tell my flame, HUGGINS When I am walking in the grove, I'd carve her name on every tree, DUGGINS Whether I walk in hill or valley, My Peggy does all nymphs excel, Sally is tall and not too straight,— HUGGINS When Peggy's dog her arms empris'n DUGGINS I tell Sall's lambs how blest they be, HUGGINS Love goes with Peggy where she goes,— DUGGINS Where Sally goes it's always Spring, The sun smiles bright, but where her grin is, HUGGINS For Peggy I can have no joy, She's sometimes kind, and sometimes coy, DUGGINS Sally is ripe as June or May, And yet as cold as Christmas Day; HUGGINS Only with Peggy and with health, DUGGINS Oh, how that day would seem to shine, THE CHINA - MENDER GOOD-MORNING, Mr. What-d'ye-call! Well! here's another pretty job! Lord help my Lady!—what a smash !—if you had only heard her sob! It was all through Mr. Lambert: but for certain he was winey, To think for to go to sit down on a table full of Chiney. "Deuce take your stupid head!" says my Lady to his very face; But politeness, you know, is nothing when there's Chiney in the case; And if ever a woman was fond of Chiney to a passion, It's my mistress, and all sorts of it, whether new or old fashion. Her brother's a sea-captain, and brings her home shiploads Such bonzes, and such dragons, and nasty squatting things like toads; And great nidnoddin' mandarins, with palsies in the head : I declare I've often dreamt of them, and had nightmares in my bed. But the frightfuller they are— e-lawk! she loves them all the better, She'd have Old Nick himself made of Chiney if they'd let her. Lawk-a-mercy! break her Chiney, and it's breaking her very heart; |