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At which the poor sailors who stand on the beach
But yet he is taken a little a-back,
The moment he sets
His foot in Great Britain, his liberty gets; Which induces him quickly to alter his track,
And steer for some port,
Of West-Indian resort, When, having sold Friday, once more he sets sail And arrives at Spithead with a prosperous gale, Just twenty-five years and one month from the day That he set sail from Hull, to his parents' dismay.
By this tender appeal to their feelings and fears.
We may easily guess
What deep thanks they express ;
At this noblest of offers;—
Not merely his coffers,
His fixtures-royalties-rights of command !
Indeed, 't would be out of all question to tell
Once more settled down, Mr. Robinson spends
Though at first he finds Hull
Rather stupid and dull, For his father is dead, to his very great grief, And his mother supported on out-door relief;— His feelings are shocked at the poor woman's pittance, And into the workhouse he gets her admittance ; Where, lest she should still not have comforts enough, He allows her a shilling a quarter for snuff.
He then prints his travels,
Which, spite of the cavils . Of critics, must always be relished by youth And age, for their vigour, their freshness, and truth.
He lives at his ease,
On the profits of these,
Not forgetting the sum
He received for his chum
Without children or wife,
"Twere rain to tell, my Isabel,
My hopes, and doubts, and fears ; I can't reveal the half I feel
For three unmarried dears!
And seek not to enthral ;
Pray hook him at our ball!
My dear, divine, sweet Caroline
A lady bright must be ; 'Twould be absurd to lose a lord,
Because he's sixty-three! Who rolls in gold is ne'er thought old,
For years before it fall ! There's not a doubt but he'll speak out,
Accept him at our ball!
My darling pet, dear Margaret,
Will please mamma, I know; I'm very sure a man that's poor
Will never be her beau ! Sweet loves, I find you know my mind,
I urge it on you all; You've but to lay your plans, and play
“ A game at TRAP and BALL!"
A STATE OF SUSPENSION.
TROTTING HIM OUT.
HAVE YOU SEEN
bands and good fathers; pay your rents, rates, and taxes: you have an undoubted right to each, every, and either; but do not allow your rash ambition to exalt itself to the title of Dandy ; for your chassure irrevocably excludes you from the fashionable world.