"Give me a Horse-bind up my wounds,"
He jumping up did bawl;

The woman starting at these sounds,
Let all the tea-things fall.

In came the man, who having bow'd,
Said "Buckram, Sir, I am,"
"Off with his head" he cried aloud,
"So much for Buchingham.

The man jump'd back-the woman scream'd,

For both were sore afraid;

A bedlamite our spouter seem'd,

And like Octavian said,

"I cannot sleep," and wherefore pray ?" "The leaves are nearly pull'd;"

This said, the woman walk'd away,

Until his frenzy cool'd,

But Buckram gave his bill and so

He was resolved to stay

"P'll hug't-will glut on it."-"Oh no, I'd rather, Sir, you'd pay.

MISCELLANIES.

"Reptile?" The exclamation shocks, Great were the tailor's fears;

"I'll dash thy body o'er the rocks," The man pull'd out his shears.

"I'll grapple with thee thus," he cried, And soon the shears he won;

The tailor was so terrified,
That he thought fit to run.

JACK OF PLYMOUTH DOCK.

A SONG.

I'M honest Jack of Plymouth Dock,
To king and country true,
So firm my heart, 'tis like a rock,

For fear I never knew.

Tho' breakers strike, the vessel reel,
The planks begin to part,
Tho' enemies a broadside deal,

My timbers never start;

For honest Jack of Plymouth Dock,

Is to his post sincere,

He disregards the loudest shock,
A stranger to all fear.

But when distress, that biting shark, Has laid a comrade low,

The first am I, indeed, t'embark,

And take the wretch in tow,
And like a sail my heart-strings bend,
For ah! I cannot bear

To see, perhaps, a bosom friend
Begin to pipe a tear;

No, honest Jack of Plymouth Dock
Is to his friend sincere,

By flattery he scorns to mock,

With help he loves to cheer.

MR. SNOW AND MISS FROST,

THE WARM COUPLE.

MR. SNOW, late of Coldstream,
For Miss Frost a passion felt;

Mr. Snow avow'd his flame,

And Miss Frost began to melt.
Off from Cold-Bath-Fields were they,
Eager for the nuptial bands;

Mr. Hoar gave Frost away,

Doctor Winter join'd their hands.

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