And when the sun, with golden ray,

Sunk down the western sky;
Upon the green to dance or play,

The first was happy I.
Fond as the dove was my true love,

Oh, he was kind to me!
And what was still my greater pride,

I thought I should be William's bride,
When he return'd from sea.

Ah, what avails remembrance now?

It lends a dart to sorrow;
My once-lov'd cot, and happy lot,

But loads with grief to-morrow.
My William's buried in the deep,

And I am sore oppress'd !
Now all the day I sit and weep-

At night I know no rest.
I dream of waves,-and sailor's graves,

In horrid wrecks I see !
And when I hear the midnight wind,
All comfort flies my troubled mind,

For William's lost at sea.

[Exit, L.

SCENE III.-The Turnpike, 8c., as before, with a bench

and table, at the Alehouse-Door. 6. Sir Edward's Groom calls' gate ;' Robert opens it, and the Groom crosses the stage with a bag of oats ; Robert locks the gate ; then" enter Joe STANDFAST and CRACK, L., with a trunk; Crack a little tipsy, and singing.

Joe. Damme, shipmate, but you are the worst steersman I ever met with.

Crack. Don't say so; if the horses had not run so fast, we should not have upset.

Joe. Well, be it as it may, we brought home one of the nags safe.

Crack. There you mistake-it was the nag brought us home safe ; we three rode upon his back.

Joe. We three !
Crack. Yes,-you, I, and the trunk.
Joe. I'm sorry t'other poor devil is left behind.

Crack. You're out again; for, when he broke-loose, he left us behind ; and, if he continued to gallop as fast as he began, he's a long way before.

answer.

Joe. Well, messmate, it's your own business. My head! here comes the groom; get out of it how you can! There's the trunk. (Lays it on the table.] And now for a peep at the paper : I'll not be overhauled, d'ye see; and so, friend Crack, I advise you to prepare a good

[Goes into the Admiral, R. S. E. Crack. I never was without one in my life. If the groom won't stand quizzing, I'll be impudent,

Enter GROOM, R. Groom. Why, that trunk, you, and the sailor, for a light carriage, were a little too weighty, I think, friend.

Crack. Not weighty enough, friend, or your trotting nags would not have galloped so fast! but it seems you and your horses' wits jump.

Groom. How so?

Crack. Why, your horses, like you, voted us too weighty, and so unloaded us.

Groom. Unloaded you ?

Crack. Yes, if you won't believe me, ask your master's great coat. [Gives it.] Brush it, d'ye hear,-it has been rubbed already.

Groom. And hav’nt you brought the black horse back?

Crack. Why, how you talk ! the black horse would not bring us back.

Groom. And where is he?
Crack. He's gone.
Groom. Gone! where?

Crack. He did not tell me where he was going; I was not in bis confidence; when you catch him, teach him better manners. Groom. Damme, if ever I heard the like before.

(Amazed. Crack. No, nor saw the like behind! He winced like a devil! the worst bred horse I ever saw.

Groom. What do you talk of ? Not a better-bred horse in the kingdom. [With a knowing slang manner.

Crack. Then the manners of horses are not more refined than their masters'; he kicked up, as much as to say, that for you.

[Kichs up. Groom. Damme, but you seem to have made a very nice job of it.

Crack. If you flatter at hearing half, what will you

say when you know the whole ? The carriage, you see

Groom. Is that run away, too ? Crack. No; but it might, if I hadn't taken good care of it.

Groom. By driving over posts, I suppose ?

Cruck. No; by driving against posts (oh, you'll find me correct); by which I took off one wheel, and broke the other.

Groom. And hav’nt you brought it with you?

Crack. Without wheels ! how could I? Would have broke my back.

Groom. I wish you mayn't get your head broke, that's all.

Crack. So far from that, I expect to be complimented for my judgment; for, if I had not, like a skilful whip, whipped off the wheels, I might have lost the carriage and all its valuable contents : by being expert, I have saved both.

Groom. Well, friend, you seem very merry under misfortunes, and I wish you luck. It was Sir Edward's own doing,--he can't blame me.

[Exit, R. Crack. If he should, I'll make a neat defence for the sake of your nice feeling : damn'd hard if, at a battle of brains, I could not out-gossip a grumbling groom. Whenever I'm puzzled, I always hum folk : humming's all the fashion.

SONG-CRACK.

With a merry tale,

Sergeants beat the drum;
Noddles full of ale,

Village lads they hum :
Soldiers outgo all,

Famous get in story;
If they chance to fall,
Don't they sleep in glory?

Towdy rowdy dow, &c.

Lawyers try, when fee'd,

Juries to make pliant :
If they can't succeed,
Then they hum their client.

To perfection come,

Humming all the trade is,-
Ladies, lovers hum,
Lovers hum the ladies.

Towdy rowdy dow, &o.
Ha'nt Britannia's sons

Often humm'd Mounseer ?
Ha'nt they humm’d the dons ?-

Let their fleets appear-
Strike they must, though loth

(Ships with dollars cramm’d),
If they're not humm'd both,
Then will I be d.

Towdy rowdy dow, &c. Enter OLD MAYTHORN, R.- crosses to his own home,

L. U. E., very disconsolate. Crack. There goes a man of sorrow; I remember him a jester : it may be my turn next; I'll never joke again till I see a

Enter the STEWARD and a BAILIFF, R. Lawyer and bailiff!--Gentlemen, your humble ; I reve. rence your callings, and I respect your power, for you two are a match

Bai. For what?
Crack. The devil !--[Sings.] Towdy rowdy, &c.

[Exit after Joe, into the Grand Admiral, Ste. You have the writ? Bai. I have, master Steward.

Ste. Secure the old man, and carry him to your house till you have further orders. [Bailiff goes into Maythorn's.

Enter Two SAILORS, L. First Sai. I believe, messmate, we have traced him to his moorings.

Second Sai. You're right; for there you see is the Port Admiral.

[Points to sign. First Sai. House! bring us a mug of beer.

[They sit at the table. Enter Peggy with a mug of beer from the Grand

Admiral. A pretty little tight wench, faith!

Peg. Yes ; pretty--but the grapes are sour.

[Exit with great conceit into house. First Sai. The folk here will hardly guess our errand.

[They drink. Enter Joe, in rapture, from Grand Admiral, R. S. E., with

a newspaper ; pusses the Sailors. Joe. Here it is ! On board the Turnpike a-hoy! Damme, here it is :-he's alive; the boy's alive! And but hold, avast! the last paper said he was dead; this says it's a lie: which shall I believe? [Turning, sees the Sailors.] What cheer, brother sailors ? From what port?

First Sai. Portsmouth.
Joe, Whither bound ?
First Sai. Can't you see we have cast anchor.

Joe. (L.) I say, Bob-Miss Mary; but avast! mayhap, they can inform me. You have had a severe en. gagement in the chops of the channel, I hear ?

First Sui. (R.) Yes, we have.

Joe. And just as the Frenchmen struck she went down? Damme, that was a pity !--But we saved many of their hands, they say.

First Sai. Yes; and but it blew a hard gale we should have saved more. We lost one boat's crew in picking

them up:

Joe. Among which, mayhap, was poor Will Travers. Well, damme, 'twas noble; 'twas a saying of the old buck aloft, “Be devils in fight, boys; the victory gained, remember you are men;" and as he preached, so. he practised. This action, my hearties, brings to my mind the one we fought before the old boy had a flag, when he commanded a seventy-four.

First Sai. Mayhap so.

Joe. We were cruising, d’ye see, off the Lizard : on Saturday, the 29th of October, at seven minutes past six, A.M., a sail hove in sight, bearing south-south-west, with her larboard tacks on board ; clear decks ; up sails ; away we stood ; the wind right east as it could blow; we soon saw she was a Mounseer of superior force, and damned heavy metal.

First Sai. A ninety-gun ship, I suppose ?

Joe. A ninety. We received her fire without a wince, and returned the compliment; till about five-and-twenty minutes past eight, we opened our lower deck ports, and as we crossed, plump'd it right into her. We