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Although his profits bring him clear
Almost two hundred pounds a year,
Keeps me of cash so short and bare,
That I have not a gown to wear;
Except my robe, and yellow sack,
And this old lutestring on my back.
-But we've no time, my dear, to waste.
Come, where's your cardinal, make haste.
The king, God bless his majesty, I say,
Goes to the house of lords to-day,
In a fine painted coach and eight,
And rides along in all his state.
And then the queen-
Mrs. S.

Ay, ay, you know,
Great folks can always make a show.
But tell me, do—I've never seen
Her present majesty, the queen. .

Mrs. B. Lard! we've no time for talking now, Hark!-one-two-three-'tis twelve I vow,

Mrs. S. Kitty, my things, I'll soon have done, It's time enough, you know, at one.

-Why, girl! see how the creature stands ! Some water here to wash

my

hands. -Be quick-why sure the gipsy sleeps ! -Look how the drawling daudle creeps. That bason there-why don't you pour ? Go on, I say—stop, stopno more Lud! I could beat the hussy down, She's pour'd it all upon my gown.

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-Bring me my ruffles-canst not mind?
And pin my handkerchief behind.
Sure thou hast awkwardness enough,
Go-fetch my gloves, and fan, and muff.
-Well, heav'n be prais'd-this work is done,
I'm ready now, my dear-let's run.
Girl,-put that bottle on the shelf,
And bring me back the key yourself,

Mrs. B. That clouded silk becomes you much,
I wonder how you meet with such,
But you've a charming taste in dress.
What might it cost you, madam?
Mrs. S.

Guess. Mrs. B. Oh! that's impossible--for I Am in the world the worst to buy.

Mrs. S. I never love to bargain hard, Five shillings, as I think, a yard. - I was afraid it should be gone'Twas what I'd set my heart upon.

Mrs. B. Indeed you bargain'd with success, For it's a most delightful dress. Besides, it fits you to a hair, And then 'tis slop'd with such an air.

Mrs. S. I'm glad you think so,-Kitty, here, Bring me my cardinal, my dear. Jacky, my love, nay don't you cry, Take you

abroad! Indeed not I; For all the bugaboes to fright ye Besides, the naughty horse will bite ye;

With such a mob about the street,
Bless me, they'll tread you under feet.
Whine as you please, I'll have no blame,
You'd better blubber, than be lame.
Kitty, I say, here, take the boy,
And fetch him down the last new toy,
Make him as merry as you can,

-There, go to Kitty-there's a man.
Call in the dog, and shut the door.
Now, ma'm.

Mrs. B. Oh lard !
Mrs. S.

Pray go before.
Mrs. B. I can't indeed, now.
Mrs. S.

Madam, pray.
Mrs. B. Well then, for once, I'll lead the way.

Mrs. S. Lard! what an uproar! what a throng! How shall we do to get along? What will become of us ?-look here, Here's all the king's horse-guards, my dear. Let us cross over-haste, be quick, -Pray, sir, take care-your horse will kick. He'll kill his rider-he's so wild. -I'm glad I did not bring the child.

Mrs. B. Don't be afraid, my dear, come on,
Why don't you see the guards are gone?

Mrs. S. Well, I begin to draw my breath;
But I was almost scared to death;
For where a horse rears up and capers,
It always puts me in the vapours.

VOL. V.

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For as I live,-nay, don't you laugh,
I'd rather see a toad by half,
They kick and prance, and look so bold,
It makes my very blood run cold.
But let's go forward-come, be quick,
The crowd again grows vastly thick.

Mrs. B. Come you from Palace-yard, old dame?
Old Woman. Troth, do I, my young ladies, why?
Mrs. B. Was it much crowded when you came?
Mrs. S. And is his majesty gone by ?

Mrs. B. Can we get in, old lady, pray,
To see him robe himself to-day?

Mrs. S. Can you direct us, dame?
Old Woman.

Endeavour.
Troy could not stand a siege for ever.
By frequent trying, Troy was won,
All things, by trying, may be done.

Mrs.B. Go thy ways, Proverbs---well, she's gone
Shall we turn back, or venture on?
Look how the folks press on before,
And throng impatient at the door.

Mrs. S. Perdigious! I can hardly stand,
Lord bless me, Mrs. Brown,
And you, my dear, take hold of hers,
For we must stick as close as burrs,
Or in this racket, noise and pother,
We certainly shall lose each other.

-Good God! my cardinal and sack
Are almost torn from off my back.

your hand;

Lard, I shall faint- lud-my breast-
I'm crush'd to atoms, I protest.
God bless me I have dropt my fan,

-Pray did you see it, honest man ?
Man. I, madam! no,-indeed, I fear
You'll meet with some misfortune here.
-Stand back, I say-pray, sir, forbear-
Why, don't you see the ladies there?
Put yourselves under my direction,
Ladies, I'll be your safe protection,

Mrs. S. You're very kind, sir; truly few
Are half so complaisant as you.
We shall be glad at any day
This obligation to repay,
And you'll be always sure to meet
A welcome, sir, in-Lard! the street
Bears such a name, I can't tell how
To tell him where I live, I vow.
--Mercy! what's all this noise and stir?
Pray is the king a coming, sir?

Man. No-don't you hear the people shout? 'Tis Mr. Pitt, just going out. Mrs. B. Ay, there he goes, pray heav'n bless

him! Well may the people all caress him. -Lord, how

my

husband us’d to sit,
And drink success to honest Pitt,
And happy o'er his evening cheer,
Cry, " you shall pledge this toast, my dear.”

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