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THE KNIGHT AND THE LADY.
THERE'S in the Vest a city pleasant
Although that galliant knight is oldish,
His Art still beats tewodds the Fair!
'Twas two years sins, this knight so splendid,
His and was free, his means was easy,
A brougham and pair Sir John prowided,
But ar! he most of all enjyed it,
When some one helse was sittin' inside!
That "some one helse " a lovely dame was,
This faymus Countess ad a daughter
Their pashn touched the noble Sir John,
Lady Grabrowski he did urge on
With Hyming's wreeth their loves to crownd.
"O, come to Bath, to Lansdowne Crescent,"
"O, come to Bath, my fair Grabrowski,
And bring your charming girl," sezee; "The Barring here shall have the ouse-key, Vith breakfast, dinner, lunch, and tea.
"And when they've passed an appy winter,
To Bath they went to Lansdowne Crescent,
No end of teas and balls incessant,
He was so Ospitably busy,
When Miss was late, he'd make so bold
But O! 'tis sadd to think such bounties
He married you at Bath's fair Habby,
To do what you have went and done!
My trembling And amost refewses
To write the charge which Sir John swore, Of which the Countess he ecuses,
Her daughter and her son-in-lore.
My Mews quite blushes as she sings of
"Is this the child of honest parince,
To make away with folks' best things? Is this, pray, like the wives of Barrins, To go and prig a gentleman's rings?"
Thus thought Sir John, by anger wrought on,
He brought them hup to Mr. Broughton,
If guiltless, how she have been slandered!
And gev three hundred pouns in bail.
JACOB HOMNIUM'S HOSS.
A NEW PALLICE COURT CHAUNT.
NE sees in Viteall Yard,
Vere pleacemen do resort,
A wenerable hinstitute,
'Tis call'd the Pallis Court.
A gent as got his i on it,
I think 'twill make some sport.
The natur of this Court
My hindignation riles:
Here set & spin their viles;
The Judge of this year Court
He knows no more of Lor
Than praps he does of Greek,
Four counsel in this Court
Misnamed of Justice-sits;
These lawyers, six and four,
Was a livin at their ease,
A sendin of their writs about,
And droring in the fees, When their erose a cirkimstance As is like to make a breeze.
It now is some monce since,
He didn know what to do:
This gentleman his oss
At Tattersall's did lodge ; There came a wulgar oss-dealer, This gentleman's name did fodge, And took the oss from Tattersall's: Wasn that a artful dodge?
One day this gentleman's groom
A mounted on this oss
A ridin him about;
"Get out of that there oss, you rogue,"
Speaks up the groom so stout.
The thief was cruel whex'd
To find himself so pinn'd;
The oss began to whinny,
The honest groom he grinn'd; And the raskle thief got off the oss And cut avay like vind.