You_ be _deliver'd!_" says the Doctor,--"'Sblood!"
Hearing a man's gruff voice--"You lout! you lob!
You be deliver'd!--Come, that's very good!"
Says Shove, "I will, so help me Bob!"

"Fellow," cried Crow, "you're drunk with filthy beer!
A drunkard, fellow, is a brute's next neighbour;--
But Miss Cloghorty's time was very near,
And, I suppose, Lucretia's now in labour."

"Zounds!" bellows Shove, with rage and wonder wild,
"Why then, my _maiden_ Aunt is _big with child_!"

Here was, at once, a sad discovery made!
Lucretia's frolick, now, was past a joke;--
Shove tremble'd for his Fortune, Crow, his Trade,
Both, both saw ruin,--by one fatal stroke;

But, with his Aunt, when Isaac did discuss,
She hush'd the matter up, by speaking thus:

"Sweet Isaac!" said Lucretia, "spare my Fame!--
Tho', for my babe, I feel as should a mother,
Your Fortune will continue much the same;
For,--keep the Secret,--you're his _Elder Brother_."

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FOOTNOTES

[1] _N.B._ Half our modern Legends are either borrow'd or translated
from the German.

[2] This is the conclusion of all that was originally printed under the
title of "_My Night-gown and Slippers_."

[3] Roses were not emblems of faction, cries the Critick, till the reign
of Henry the Sixth.--Pooh!--This is a figure, not an anachronism.
Suppose, Mr. Critick, you and all your descendants should be hang'd,
although your father died in his bed:--Why then posterity, when
talking of your father, may allude to the _family gallows_, which
his issue shall have render'd notoriously _symbolical of his House_.

[4] --"_Quis talia fando
Temperet a lachrymis?_"

says AEneas, by way of proem; yet, for a Hero, tolerably "use'd to
the melting mood," he talks, on this occasion, much more than he
cries; and, though he begins with a wooden Horse, and gives a
general account of the burning of Troy, still the "_quorum pars
magna fui_" is, evidently, the great inducement to his
chattering:--accordingly, he keeps up Queen Dido to a scandalous
late hour, after supper, for the good folks of Carthage, to tell her
an egotistical story, that occupies two whole books of the
AEneid.--Oh, these Heroes!--I once knew a worthy General--but I wont
tell that story.

[5] Far be it from me to offer a pedantick affront to the Gentlemen who