. The choice works of Thomas Hood, in prose and verse. s Majestydid call me out, 1 hoped I should ?give him s lis faction. The females were far from being pleased with this billet. Theytalked a great deal of moral suicide, wilful murder, and seeking thebubble reputation in the cannons mouth ; but I shall ever think thatI took the propf-r course, for, after the lapse of a few hours, two moreof the Generals red-coats, or general postmen, brought me a largepacket sealed with the War Office seal, and superscribed HenryHardini^e, by which I was officially absolved from serving on horseor on foot, o
. The choice works of Thomas Hood, in prose and verse. s Majestydid call me out, 1 hoped I should ?give him s lis faction. The females were far from being pleased with this billet. Theytalked a great deal of moral suicide, wilful murder, and seeking thebubble reputation in the cannons mouth ; but I shall ever think thatI took the propf-r course, for, after the lapse of a few hours, two moreof the Generals red-coats, or general postmen, brought me a largepacket sealed with the War Office seal, and superscribed HenryHardini^e, by which I was officially absolved from serving on horseor on foot, or on both together, then and tiiereafter. And why, I know not—unless his Majesty doubted the handsome-ness of discharging me in particular, without letting oft the rest ;—butso it was, that in a short time afterwards there issued a proclamation,b- which the se>-vices of all militiamen were for the present dispensedwith,—and we «.ere left to pursue our several avocations,—of course,all the lightot m our spirits ior being disembodied. 494. Sharp, , and Natural. ODE FOR ST CE CILIAS EVE* Look out for squalls.—The Pilot. O COME, dear Barney Isaacs, come !Punch for one night can spare his drum, As well as pipes of Pan !Forget not, Popkins, your bassoon,Nor, Master Bray, your horn, as soon As you can leave the van :Bhnd r>illy, bring your violin ;Miss Crow, youre great in Cherry Ripe !And Chubb, your viol must drop inIts bass to Soger Tommys pi|)e. Ye butchers, bring your bones :An organ would not be amiss ;If grinding Jim has spouted his, Lend yours, good Mister , hurdygurdy Jenny, doKeep sober for. an hour or two,Musics charms to help to Sandy Gray, if you should notYour bagpipes bring—O tuneful Scot!Conceive the feeling of the Saint! Miss Strummel issues an inviteFor music and turn-out to nightIn honour of Cecilias session ;But ere you go, one moment stop,And with all kindness let me dropA hint to you, and your then : P
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