"Ah! knew'ft thou how we find it sweet

"Beneath the wayes to go,

Thyfelf would leave the hook's deceit, "And live with us below.

"Love not their splendour in the main
"The fun and moon to lave?
"Look not their beams as bright again,
"Reflected on the wave?

"Tempts not this river's glaffy blue,

So cryftal, clear and bright?

"Tempts not thy fhade, which bathes in dew, "And shares our cool delight?"

The water rufh'd, the water fwell'd,
The fisherman fat nigh;

With wifhful glance the flood beheld,
And long'd the wave to try.

To him the faid, to him fhe fung,
The river's guileful queen:
Half in he fell, half in he fprung,
And never more was feen.

No.

LANDLORD, another bowl of punch, and comrades fill your glaffes!

First in another bumper toast our pretty abfent laffes, Then hear how fad and strange a fight my chance it was to fee,

While lately, in the 'Lovely Nan,' returning from Goree !

As all alone at dead of night along the deck I wander'd, And now I whistled, now on home and Polly Parfons ponder'd,

Sudden a ghaftly form appear'd, in dripping trowsers rigg'd, And foon, with strange surprise and fear, Jack Tackle's ghoft I twigg'd.

"Dear

"Dear Tom," quoth he, "I hither come a doleful tale

to tell ye!

"A monftrous fifh has fafely ftow'd your comrade in his

belly;

"Groggy last night, my luck was fuch, that overboard I

flid,

« When a shark fnapp'd and chew'd me, just as now you chew that quid.

"Old Nick, who feem'd confounded glad to catch my foul a napping,

"Straight tax'd me with that buxom dame, the tailor's wife at Wapping;

"In vain I begg'd, and fwore, and jaw'd; Nick no excufe would hear;

"Quoth he, "You lubber, make your will, and dam'me, downwards fteer.'

"Tom, to the 'forefaid tailor's wife I leave my worldly

riches,

"But keep yourself, my faithful friend, my bran-new linen breeches;

"Then, when you wear them, fometimes give one thought to Jack that's dead,

"Nor leave thofe galligatkins off while there remains one thread."

At

At hearing Jack's fad tale, my heart, you well may think, was bleeding;

The spirit weil perceived my grief, and feem'd to be pro

ceeding,

But here, it fo fell out, he fneezed :-Says I-" God bless you, Jack!"—

And poor Jack Tackle's grimly ghoft was vanifh'd in a

crack!

Now comrades, timely warning take, and landlord fill the

bowl;

Jack Tackle, for the tailor's wife, has damn'd his precious

foul;

Old Nick's a devilish dab, it seems, at fnapping up a failor's, So if you kiss your neighbour's wife, be fure fhe's not a tailor's.

No.

No. XVI.

THE PRINCESS AND THE SLAVE.

ORIGINAL.M. G. LEWIS.

WHERE fragrant breezes figh'd through orange bowers,
And springing fountains cool'd the air with showers,
From pomp retired, and noon-tide's burning ray,
The fair, the royal Nouronihar lay.

The

cups of rofes, newly-cropp'd, were spread
Her lovely limbs beneath, and'o'er her head
Imprifon'd nightingales attuned their throats,
And lull'd the princess with melodious notes.
Here roll'd a lucid ftream its gentle wave

With fcarce heard murmur; while a Georgian flave
Placed near the couch with feathers in her hand,
The lady's panting breaft in filence fann'd,
And chafed the infects, who prefumed to feck
Their banquet on the beauty's glowing cheek.
This flave, a mild and fimple maid was she,
Of common form, and born of low degree,

Whofe