Part 30 (1/2)

That Prince his leave was took, His hinterview was done.

So let us give the good old Duke Good luck of his G.o.d-son.

And wish him years of joy In this our time of Schism, And hope he'll hear the royal boy His little catechism.

And my pooty little Prince That's come our arts to cheer, Let me my loyal powers ewince A welcomin of you ere.

And the Poit-Laureat's crownd, I think, in some respex, Egstremely shootable might be found For honest Pleaseman X.

* The birth of Prince Arthur.

THE BALLAD OF ELIZA DAVIS.

Galliant gents and lovely ladies, List a tail vich late befel, Vich I heard it, bein on duty, At the Pleace Hoffice, Clerkenwell.

Praps you know the Fondling Chapel, Vere the little children sings: (Lor! I likes to hear on Sundies Them there pooty little things!)

In this street there lived a housemaid, If you particklarly ask me where-- Vy, it vas at four-and-tventy Guilford Street, by Brunsvick Square.

Vich her name was Eliza Davis, And she went to fetch the beer: In the street she met a party As was quite surprized to see her.

Vich he vas a British Sailor, For to judge him by his look: Tarry jacket, canva.s.s trowsies, Ha-la Mr. T. P. Cooke.

Presently this Mann accostes Of this hinnocent young gal-- ”Pray,” saysee, ”excuse my freedom, You're so like my Sister Sal!

”You're so like my Sister Sally, Both in valk and face and size, Miss, that--dang my old lee scuppers, It brings tears into my heyes!”

”I'm a mate on board a wessel, I'm a sailor bold and true; s.h.i.+ver up my poor old timbers, Let me be a mate for you!

”What's your name, my beauty, tell me;”

And she faintly hansers, ”Lore, Sir, my name's Eliza Davis, And I live at tventy-four.”

Hoftimes came this British seaman, This deluded gal to meet; And at tventy-four was welcome, Tventy-four in Guilford Street.

And Eliza told her Master (Kinder they than Missuses are), How in marridge he had ast her, Like a galliant Brittish Tar.

And he brought his landlady vith him, (Vich vas all his hartful plan), And she told how Charley Thompson Reely vas a good young man.

And how she herself had lived in Many years of union sweet, Vith a gent she met promiskous, Valkin in the public street.

And Eliza listened to them, And she thought that soon their bands Vould be published at the Fondlin, Hand the clergymen jine their ands.

And he ast about the lodgers, (Vich her master let some rooms), Likevise vere they kep their things, and Vere her master kep his spoons.

Hand this vicked Charley Thompson Came on Sundy veek to see her; And he sent Eliza Davis Hout to fetch a pint of beer.

Hand while pore Eliza vent to Fetch the beer, dewoid of sin, This etrocious Charley Thompson Let his wile accomplish him.