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Well, Will was just as great a wag as he,
A more mischievous dog could never be

For breaking lamps and knocking watchmen down; ind as for bilking taylors, drinking, gaming,

Mother little things not worth the naming,
You could not find his like in all the town.
It happen'd, once, that Will, the bailiffs dodging,
Had in a dirty alley ta'en a lodging,

In hopes those heroes of the writ to fhun;
And as he lay reclining on his bed,
He oft revolv'd the riots he had bred,

And meditated schemes of future fun,
One mom, as usual, he arose from sleep,
And from his garret window took a peep,

To see if any one was lurking near ;
When, o'er the door which fac'd him, painted new,
On a large board, these words appeard to view,

“ 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;
The taylor joyfully doth Dick obey,
And promises (though meaning ne'er to pay)

That for this job he surely would befriend him.
Şwift as the wind Dick and the taylor few,
So swift I swear, that d-me if they knew

Which was the upmost, or their heels or crown;
And having cross'd, Cabbage is ulher'd strait
Into the parlour, and desir'd to wait

Till Mr. King was ready to come down.
When Snip had ftopt for fully half an hour,
(So strong in Ms. King was falhion's pow'r)

He thought he heard some footsteps pretty close, -
Twas so, for shortly after op'd the door,
And lo! before him stood upon the floor,

Our wag with phiz affectedly morose.
But, e'er he enter'd, he, poor Snip to bother,
Had made one shoulder higher than the other,

Though nature form'd him ftraight and fair to boot;
But as at present he appear'd to view,
You would have sworn, (upon my word 'tis true,)

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;
And having ta'en the fize of every part,
He swore he'd cut the coat extremely fmarf,

Or else he would submit to lose his nose.
Patterns were now display'd upon the table,
The coarseit, fineft, lightest, and most fable,

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;
And when that he had reach'd his habitation,
He said unto his spouse, with exultation,

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."
To purchase articles to maķe the clothes,
And hire two extra workmen, Snip now goes,

That King in proper time the coat might get ;
And what he wanted being soon supplied,
He homeward with his cloth and two men hied,

And all three to their parts with vigour set.
So well did Cabbage and his men employ
Their Theers and needles, that, to Snip's great joy,

The coat was finish'd quite next day by ten;
And having tied it up, he cross'd the way,
Then shewing it to King, with glee did say,

“ 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;
But this poor Cabbage did not yet perceived
So said, “ Now, hr, if you will give me leave,

“ I will alfit you, fire to try these on."
“With all my heart, good Cabbage," King replies,
“ Among my friends, I'll praise you to the skies,

“ 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,
While Cabbage trembled like a scaided pig,

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!
With fury, now, he rais'd his stick on high,
When Snip, perceiving danger was so nigh,

Took to his heels and ran with hafty Itride.
It fo fell out, that on this very day,
King had agreed a quarter's rent to pay,

(Which he, as usual, had no means to do !)
So seizing up, in hatte, his other coat,
Which now was all he in his room had got,

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 ;
Then vanish'd through the alley in a crack,
Adorn’d with poor Snip's coat upon his back,

Who, from that day to this, ne'er saw him more,




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ROPITIOUS moon! whose peaceful beams

O'er Thcban deserts stray, Sip at the Nile's prolific streams,

And midst the whirlwind play,
Attend, and grant a virgin's pray's;

Her timid wishes hear:
Take my Alcanzer to thy care,

His lonely footsteps cheer.

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