And then he always thinks, his temper's such,
The work too little, and the pay too much."*
Yet, grumbler as he is, so kind and hearty,

That when his mortal foe was on the floor,
And past the power to harm his quiet more,
Poor John had well nigh wept for Buonaparte!
Such was the wight whom Solimaun salam'd,—
"And who are you," John answer'd, " and be d-d?”

XVI.

"A stranger, come to see the happiest man,-
So, Seignior, all avouch,-in Frangistan."+-
"Happy? my tenants breaking on my hand,
Unstock'd my pastures, and untill'd my land;
Sugar and rum a drug, and mice and moths
The sole consumers of my good broad-cloths-
Happy?-why, cursed war and racking tax
Have left us scarcely raiment to our backs.”
"In that case, Seignior, I may take my leave;
I came to ask a favour-but I grieve"-
"Favour?" said John, and eyed the Sultaun hard,
"It's my belief you came to break the yard-
But, stay, you look like some poor foreign sinner;
Take that, to buy yourself a shirt and dinner."
With that he chuck'd a guinea at his head;
But, with due dignity, the Sultaun said,—
"Permit me, sir, your bounty to decline;
A shirt indeed I seek, but none of thine.
Seignior, I kiss your hands, so fare you well."

And John said," Kiss my breech, and go to hell!"

XVII.

Next door to John there dwelt his sister Peg,
Once a wild lass as ever shook a leg
When the blithe bagpipe blew-but soberer now,
She doucely span her flax and milk'd her cow.
And whereas erst she was a needy slattern,
Nor now of wealth or cleanliness a pattern,
Yet once a-month her house was partly swept,
And once a week a plenteous board she kept.
And whereas eke the vixen used her claws,
And teeth, of yore, on slender provocation,
She now was grown amenable to laws,

A quiet soul as any in the nation;
The sole remembrance of her warlike joys
Was in old songs she sang to please her boys.
John Bull, whom, in their years of early strife,
She wont to lead a cat-and-doggish life,

* See the True-born Englishman, by Daniel De Foe, + Europe.

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Now found the woman, as he said, a neighbour, Who look'd to the main chance, declined no labour, Loved a long grace and spoke a northern jargon, And was dd close in making of a bargain.

XVIII.

The Sultaun enter'd, and he made his leg,
And with decorum curtsied sister Peg;
(She loved a book, and knew a thing or two,
And guess'd at once with whom she had to do)
She bade him "sit into the fire," and took
Her dram, her cake, her kebbock, from the nook;
Asked him " about the news from eastern parts;
And of her absent bairns, puir Highland hearts!
If peace brought down the price of tea and pepper,
And if the nitmugs were grown ony cheaper;-
Were there nae speerings of our Mungo Park-
Ye'll be the gentleman that wants the sark?
If ye wad buy a web o' auld wife's spinning,
I'll warrant ye it's a weel-wearing linen."

XIX.

Then up got Peg, and round the house 'gan scuttle,
In search of goods her customer to nail,
Until the Sultaun strain'd his princely throttle,

And hollowed,-" Ma'am, that is not what I ail.
Pray, are you happy, ma'am, in this snug glen?"
"Happy?" said Peg, "What for d'ye want to ken?-
Besides, just think upon this by-gane year,

Grain wadna pay the yoking o' the pleugh." "What say you to the present?"-" Meal's sae dear, To mak their brose my bairns have scarce aneugh." The devil take the shirt," said Solimaun,

"I think my quest will end as it began. Farewell, ma'am; nay, no ceremony, I beg". "Ye'll no be for the linen then?" said Peg.

XX.

Now, for the land of verdant Erin

The Sultaun's royal bark is steering,

The emerald isle, where honest Paddy dwells,
The cousin of John Bull, as story tells.

For a long space had John, with words of thunder,
Hard looks, and harder knocks, kept Paddy under,
Till the poor lad, like boy that's flogg'd unduly,
Had gotten somewhat restive and unruly.
Hard was his lot and lodging you'll allow,
A wigwam that would hardly serve a sow;
His landlord, and of middlemen two brace,
Had screw'd his rent up-to the starving place;

His garment was a top-coat, and an old one,
His meal was a potatoe, and a cold one;
But still for fun or frolic, and all that,

In the round world was not the match of Pat.

XXI.

The Sultaun saw him on a holiday,

Which is with Paddy still a jolly day:

When mass is ended, and his load of sins

Confess'd, and Mother Church hath from her binns
Dealt forth a bonus of imputed merit,

Then is Pat's time for fancy, whim, and spirit;
To jest, to sing, to caper fair and free,
And dance as light as leaf upon the tree!
"By Mahomet," said Sultaun Solimaun,
"That ragged fellow is our very man!
Rush in and seize him-do not do him hurt,
But, will he nill he, let me have his shirt !”

XXII.

Shilela their plan was well nigh after baulking,
(Much less provocation will set it a-walking,)

But the odds that foil'd Hercules foil'd Paddy Whack;
They seized, and they floor'd, and they stripp'd him-Alack
Ub-bubboo! Paddy had not- -a shirt to his back !!!
And the King disappointed, with sorrow and shame,
Went back to Serendib as sad as he came.

The LONDON GENERAL BILL of

CHRISTENINGS and BURIALS from December 13, 1814, to December 12, 1815.

Christened {Males 12,281 in all,

Females 11,133) 23,404

Buried

Males
9882 in all, 7 Decreased in
Females 9678) 19,560 Burials 223

DISEASES. | Fevers of all kinds 1309 | Rash..

Abortive, Still-born 804 Fistula

105 Flux

Aged

Ague

5

Apoplexy and sud

denly

421

Asthma

3 Rheumatism

65 Scrophula...

22 Scurvy..

67 Small Pox

2 Headmoldshot, Hor-
shoe head, & Water
in the Head....

Bursten & Rupture 34 Imposthume

88 Inflammation

2 Influenza

232 Jaundice

....

389

Sore Throat

St Anthony's Fire
Stoppage in the Sto-
mach

4 Surfeit....

9 Found Dead

S Fractured

4 Frighted...

....

......

725 Killed by Falls and several other Ac

cidents.......

6225

5

16 Sores and Ulcers

11

76

5

Spasm

958 St Vitus's Dance

1 Teeth

90 Thrush..

2 Shot
447 Suffocated

228 ........

729 Miscarriage
4 Mortification

Convulsions

Cough, and Hooping

Cough

Cramp

Єroup

3 Worms ...

87 Palpitation of the
6 Heart

7 Quinsy....

There have been executed in the city of London and county of Surrey, 20; of which number 8 only have been reported to be buried within the bills of mortality.

BIRTHS, MARRIAGES, DEATHS,

WITHIN THE YEAR 1815.