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Well, Will was just as great a wag as he,
For breaking lamps and knocking watchmen down; ind as for bilking taylors, drinking, gaming,
Mother little things not worth the naming,
In hopes those heroes of the writ to fhun;
And meditated schemes of future fun,
To see if any one was lurking near ;
“ Cornelius Cabbage, taylor, dwelleth here."? A sudden schenie now struck our hero's mind, T'accomplish which he strongly felt inclin'd,
So summon'd his fair hostess to his room; ~ Good ma'am,” said he, “pray order your son Dick " To go to honest Mister Cabbage quick,
« And hither on the instant bid him come.” His way to Snip?s, Dick in a trice explor’d, And summon’d Mr. Cabbage from his board,
With patterns and a measure to attend him;
That for this job he surely would befriend him.
Which was the upmost, or their heels or crown;
Till Mr. King was ready to come down.
He thought he heard some footsteps pretty close, -
Our wag with phiz affectedly morose.
Though nature form'd him ftraight and fair to boot;
His right side was too high by half a foot. " Good morning Mr. Cabbage, he began, “ You are, upon my soul, the very man
“ To find out whom I would have giv’n my heart; " I bless my stars that I am lodg’d so near “ A man, of whom so frequently I hear,
“ As greatly noted in the cutting art. " I've oft employ'd each person of your trade, « And though for me they many clothes have made,
« Not one could ever make a coat to fit; « Come, honest Mr. Cabbage, take your measure, " I'm sure it will afford me real pleasure,
“ If you at lait should chance my shape to hit." “ I do not boast,” said Snip, “ like other men, * But this l'll say, there is not one in ten
“ Who can like me so neatly use his sheers; “ May I this moment hang upon a halter, “ If I have had a single coat to alter,
" Though I have been a taylor twenty years." The measure Cabbage now prepar'd to take, Resolving large allowance he would make
For the vast-hump which on one shoulder rose;
Or else he would submit to lose his nose.
When Will ftrait chose the best upon the card ; “ Why, fir,” says Snip, “ this cloth is very high, “ Such as few people can afford to buy;
" Faith, it will stand me in a pound a yard."
“ D--me, what's that to you,” said King, “ I pray? « For what I order I intend to pay:
« Coft what it will, this cloth you must procure !" “ My forwardness," cried Snip, “ good sir, excuse; “ And pray what buttons would your honour chuse?”
“Why silver, said our hero, to be sure.” With admiration, Snip now gaz'd on Will, Pleasʼd at the extra charges in his bill
The cloth and silver buttons might produce. " And when,” said Cabbage, “ would you have it done ?" " To-morrow,” King replied, “and just at one;
• Remember too to cut it neat and spruce.” The taylor now his way did homeward shape,
I Beset with measures, pattern cards, and tape,
Much pleas'd at the good morning's job he'd made;
“ I am resolv'd lo trounce the crooked blade."
What blade," said Mrs. Cabbage, “ love, I pray, “ Have you so luckily met with to-day,
" And whom to chouse, you've laid this good design?" “ Why dear,” said he, “ an ugly crook-back'd fool, " Whom I most certainly will make my tool,
«« Or else twice four and one do not make nine."
That King in proper time the coat might get ;
And all three to their parts with vigour set.
The coat was finish'd quite next day by ten;
“ You see, fir, that I keep industrious men.” Meanwhile, unalter'd was our hero's face, Although a droll exchange had taken place,
For lo! from right to left the bump had gone;
“ I will alfit you, fire to try these on."
“ If you have hit my shape exact and true;" So in he thrust an arm without delay, But soon in angry mood to Şnip did say,
“ You bungling dog, this coat will never do." These tones of passion made Snip's teeth to chatter, Who, trembling, faid to King, “ Pray what's the matter?"
Why sure,” said Will, "of reason you're bereft, “ For, dame, fir, if you had us'd your eyes, “ You must have plainly seen this aukward rise
“ Was not on the right shoulder but the left." " Ah, lack-a-day!" said Snip, “ can it be so ? “ How it could come about, I do not know,
“ Though, true enough, 'tis juft, fir, as you say ; “I humbly beg your pardon, fir, but vow « I never miss'd a measure, sir, till now;
“ But, if you please, I'll alter it Araightway." « Well, pull it off again, cried King, “but note“At one, precisely, I must have the coat,
“ Or else another taylor I'll find out !" “ You shall,” says Snip, " at least I'll do my best ; 6 But ftill I swear; and folemnly proteft,
“ I can't conceive how this here came about.” At one exact, see Cabbage quite prepard, But how at William King he gap'd and far'd,
When he appear'd a ftraight and upright blade; “Why, fir," said Cabbage, “ as he scratch'd his rump, “ Pardon my boldness, fir, but where's the lump,
“ For which such large allowance I have made ?" « What lump," faid King, “ affecting strong surprise, 65 Am I deform'd or crooked? D-mn your eyes !
“ Say so again, and faith I'll knock you down : « But, as it is, you rascal, do you see, 56 If now the coat don't fit me to a T,
“I'll take my cudgel and I'll crack your crown.
King then the coat did seize with aspect big,
So much Will's action the poor taylor scares ; * P’ll add no more,” said King, but on it goes, “ If it don't fuit, egad, I'll tweak your nose,
6 And, in the bargain, tumble you down stairs !" Now William squeez'd it on with looks of wrath, But what an useless quantity of cloth
Did loosely hang a-down his larboard fide!
Took to his heels and ran with hafty Itride.
(Which he, as usual, had no means to do !)
After the taylor, to the court he flew; And having reach'd it, he, without delay, (As now the hardeit part was left to play)
Rush'd out with speed, nor stopt to shut the door ;
Who, from that day to this, ne'er saw him more,
THE ARABIAN MAID'S INVOCATION TO THE
BY G. WALKER.
ROPITIOUS moon! whose peaceful beams
O'er Thcban deserts stray, Sip at the Nile's prolific streams,
And midst the whirlwind play,
Her timid wishes hear:
His lonely footsteps cheer.