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Spoken in different voices. ]—Why, waiter !-Coming, sir.Where is my gravy soup ?-Just took off the gridiron.—Make haste, I shall lose my place.—I hope your honour will remember the poor ostler. --Are the beef-steaks ready ?-No, but your chops are.- What a concourse of people are going in these coaches.—All fast behind. Hip! (Imitates the sound of the guard's horn.)

Then 'tis away we rattle,
Jolly dogs and stylish cattle,

Crack whip and dash away.
What a cavalcade of coaches,
On every side approaches,

What work for man and beast;
We must have a little drop, sir-
Then we'll gallop till we stop, sir-

And afterwards make haste.
I mount—the whip I crack now,
All bustle—what a pack now

On every side approach !
Now making sad grimaces,
All for the want of places,

They cry—I've lost the coach. Spoken in various voices.]-How's this ?—I'm sure my name was booked.-No such thing, ma'am.—A lady and a parrot in a cage.—That fare can't go inside, one parrot's enough at a time. No room for two ladies ?-None at all for females ; this is a mail coach.-Set me down at the butcher's shop : I should not like to be seen getting out of a coach.—Tie a handkerchief round your neck, Billy ; you'll catch cold.— Yes, good bye, grandpapa ; give my love to grandmamma.—Hip! (Imitates the horn.)

Then 'tis away we rattle,

Jolly dogs and stylish cattle,
Crack whip, and dash away.

Four in hand from Piccadily,

Snugly seated in the dilly,
Away we scamper all;

What merry wags and railers,
What jolly dogs and sailors,

Begin to sing and bawl.
From every place we start, sir,
Some company depart, sir,

And others come, no doubt ;
For plenty there's of room, now,
If they will only come now,
Four inside and one out.

Spoken in different voices.]-Ave my boxes all safe? You have put my trunk in a wrong coach.—Never fear, ma'am, we shall overtake it.- What a figure you cut in that Welch wig ?Hold your tongue, sirrah, you've woke me out of a comfortable nap.—Keep the windows shut; I have got a cold and a stiff neck.—My little girl isn't well.-Keep your feet in ; you've got your leg between mine.—I don't mind it, if the gentleman don't. --Hip! (Imitates the horn.)

Then 'tis away we rattle,

Jolly dogs and stylish cattle,
Crack whip, and dash away.

MR. G- AND JERVAS. Mr. G.-Ha! Jervas, how are you my old boy ? how do things go on at home?

Steward.—Bad enough, your honour, the magpie's dead. Mr. G.-Poor Mag? so he is gone. How came he to die? Steward.Overate himself, Sir.

Mr. G.–Did he? a greedy dog! Why what did he get that he liked so well !

Steward.—Horse-flesh, Sir ; he died of eating horse-flesh.
Mr. G.—How came he to get so much horse-flesh ?
Steward.—All your father's horses, Sir.
Mr. G.–What ! are they dead too ?
Steward.—Ay, Sir, they died of over-work.
Mr. G.-And why were they over-worked, pray ?
Steward.To carry water, Sir.

Mr. G.–To carry water! And what were they carrying water for ?

Steward.—Sure Sir, to put out the fire.
Mr. G.-Fire ! what fire ?

Steward.—Oh Sir, your father's house is burnt down to the ground.

Mr. G.-My father's house burnt down! and how came it sset on fire ?

Steward. I think it must have been the torches.
Mr. G.-Torches ! what torches ?
Steward.–At your mother's funeral.
Mr. G.-My mother dead !
Steward.--Ah, poor lady! she never looked up after it.
Mr. G.-After what?
Steward.-The loss of your father.

Mr. G.-My father gone too !

Steward.--Yes, poor gentleman ! he took to his bed as soon as he heard of it.

Mr. G.-Heard of what ?
Steward.— The bad news, Sir, and please your honour.
Mr. G.–What! more miseries? more bad news ?

Steward.— Yes, Sir, your bank has failed, and your credit is lost, and you are not worth a shilling in the world. I made bold, Sir, to come to wait on you to tell you about it, for I thought you would like to hear the news.

SOLILOQUY OF MACBETH.

Is this a dagger which I see before me,
The handle toward my hand ? Come, let me clutch thee :-
I have thee not; and yet I see thee still.
Art thou not, fatal vision sensible
To feeling, as to sight? or art thou but
A dagger of the mind; a false creation,
Proceeding from the heat oppressed brain ?
I see thee yet, in form as palpable
As this which now I draw.
Thou marshall'st me the way that I was going ;
And such an instrument I was to use.
Mine eyes are made the fools of the other senses,
Or else worth all the rest; I see thee still ;
And on thy blade and dudgeon, gouts of blood,
Which was not so before.—There's no such thing;
It is the bloody business, which informs
Thus to mine eyes.—Now o'er the one half world,
Nature seems dead, and wicked dreams abuse
The curtained sleep ; now witchcraft celebrates
Fale Hecate's offering; and withered murder,
Alarumed by his sentinel, the wolf,
Who howls his watch, thus, with his stealthy pace,
With Tarquin's ravishing strides, towards his design,
Moves like a ghost. Thou sure and firm-set earth,
Hear not my steps, which way they walk, for fear
The very stones prate of my where-about,
And take the present horror from the time,
Which now suits with it. Whiles I threat, he lives;
Words to the heat of deeds too cold breath gives.
I go, and it is done; the bell invites me.
Hear it not, Duncan ; for it is a knell
That summons thee to heaven or to hell.

YORKSHIRE HUMPHREY; OR, TWO HEADS BETTER

THAN ONE.

As Yorkshire Humphrey, t'other day,

O'er London bridge was stumping;
He saw with wonder and delight,

The water-works a-pumping.
Numps gazing stood, and wond'ring how

This grand machine was made;
To feast his eyes, he thrust his head,

Betwixt the balustrade.
A sharper prowling near the spot,

Observes the gaping lout;
And soon, with fish-hook fingers, turns

His pocket inside out.
Numps feels the twitch, and turns around,

The thief, with artful leer ;
Says—“Sir, you'll presently be robb'd,

For pickpockets are near."
Quoth Numps, “I don't fear London thieves ;

Ize not a simple youth !
My guinea, master's, safe enough ;

I've put it in my mouth !"
's. You'll pardon me !" the rogue replies,

Then modestly retires ;
Numps re-assumes the gaping post,

And still the works admires.
The artful prowler takes his stand,

With Humphrey full in view;
When, now, an infant thief drew near,

And each the other knew,
Then thus the elder thief began-

(* Observe that gaping lout!
He has a guinea in his mouth,

And we must get it out.”
" Leave that to me!" young Filcher says,

“I have a scheme quite pat!
Only observe how neat I'll queer

The gaping country flat !"
By this time Numps, who'd gaz'd his fill,

Was trudging through the street ;
When the young pilf 'rer tripping by,

Falls prostrate at his feet.

O Lord! oh dear! my money's loet!”

The artful urchin moans;
While halfpence, falling from his hand,

Roll jingling o'er the stones.
The passengers now stoop to find,

And give the boy his coin;
And Humphrey, with a friendly hand,

Deigns cordially to join.
“ There are your pence," quoth Numps, my boy,

Be zure you holds 'em faster!”
“My pence!” quoth Filch : “here are my pence;

But where's my guinea master ?”
Help, help, good folks : for God's sake help!"

Bawls out the hopeful youth-
“ He pick'd my guinea up just now,

And has it in his mouth !"
The elder thief was lurking near,

Now close to Humphrew draws;
And, seizing on his gullet, plucks

The guinea from his jaws !"
Then roars out-"Masters, here's the coin;

I'll give the child his guinea !
But, who'd have thought to see a thief,

In this same country ninny ?”
Humphrey astonish'd, thus begins-

“Good measter! hear me, pray!"
But," Duck him! duck him !" is the cry:

At length he sneaks away.
Ah! now," quoth Numps, “I will believe,

What often I've heard zaid ;
That London thieves would steal the teeth

Out of a body's head!”

THE INDIAN WARRIOR'S DEFENCE. FATHERS :-you call on me to defend the accusations which have been made against me;—you have charged me with murder, rebellion, and desertion ; all of which charges, I can prove false.

Fathers ;—when the great Spirit gave me life, so that I might breathe the air of America ; he also gave me the soul of an Indian Warrior ; and I hope that he will see I have not debased the gifts he endowed me with ;—the snow came on the woods near thirty times before our chiefs took up the toma

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