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In consequence of which, your welcome boon
consequence of which some chanc'd to die, And some, though very sweet, were very dry. Now Madam says, (and what she says must still Deserve attention, say she what she will) That what we call the diligence, be-case It goes
to London with a swifter pace, Would better suit the carriage of your gift, Returning downward with a pace as swift ; And therefore recommends it with this aimTo save at least three days,—the price the same; For though it will not carry or convey For less than twelve pence, send whate'er you may, For oysters bred upon the salt sea-shore, Pack'd in a barrel, they will charge no more.
News have I none that I can deign to write, Save that it rain'd prodigiously last night; And that ourselves were, at the seventh hour, Caught in the first beginning of the show'r ; But walking, running, and with much ado, Got home-just time enough to be wet through, Yet both are well, and, wond'rous to be told, Soused as we were, we yet have caught no cold; And wishing just the same good hap to you, We say, good Madam, and good Sir, adieu!
VERSES PRINTED BY HIMSELF ON A FLOOD
To watch the storms, and hear the sky
EXTRACT FROM A SUNDAY-SCHOOL HYMN.
· HEAR, Lord, the song of praise and pray’r,
In heaven, thy dwelling-place, From infants, made the public care,
And taught to seek thy face !
Thanks for thy word, and for thy day,
And grant us, we implore,
Thy holy Sabbaths more.
To each desires sincere,
And learn, as well as hear.
ON THE RECEIPT OF A HAMPER.
(IN THE MANNER OF HOMER.)
The straw-stuff'd hamper with his ruthless steel He open’d, cutting sheer th' inserted cords, Which bound the lid and lip secure.
Forth came The rustling package first, bright straw of wheat, Or oats, or barley; next a bottle green Throat-full, clear spirits the contents, distillid Drop after drop odorous, by the art Of the fair mother of his friend—the Rose.
ON THE NEGLECT OF HOMER.
Could Homer come himself, distress'd and poor,
Begone! no tramper gets a farthing here."