SEX.

"Well," replied Dick, replenishing King's rummer, while he laughed
heartily at his ditty, "I shan't refuse your toast, though my heart
don't respond to your sentiments. Ah, Tom! the sex you praise so much
will, I fear, prove your undoing. Do as you please, but curse me if ever
I pin my life to a petticoat. I'd as soon think of neglecting the four
cautions."

"The four cautions," said King; "what are they?"

"Did you never hear them?" replied Dick. "Attend, then, and be edified."

THE FOUR CAUTIONS

Pay attention to these cautions four,
And through life you will need little more,
Should you dole out your days to threescore
Beware of a pistol before!
Before! before!
Beware of a pistol before!

And when backward his ears are inclined,
And his tail with his ham is combined,
Caution two you will bear in your mind:
Beware of a prancer behind!
Behind! behind!
Beware of a prancer behind!

Thirdly, when in the park you may ride,
On your best bit of blood, sir, astride,
Chatting gay to your old friend's young bride:
Beware of a coach at the side!
At the side! at the side!
Beware of a coach at the side!

Lastly, whether in purple or gray,
Canter, ranter, grave, solemn, or gay,
Whate'er he may do or may say,
Beware of a priest every way!
Every way! every way!
Beware of a priest every way!

"Well," said Tom King, "all you can sing or say don't alter my good
opinion of the women. Not a secret have I from the girl of my heart. She
could have sold me over and over again if she had chosen, but my sweet
Sue is not the wench to do that."

"It is not too late," said Dick. "Your Delilah may yet hand you over to
the Philistines."

"Then I shall die in a good cause," said King; "but

The Tyburn Tree
Has no terrors for me,
Let better men swing--I'm at liberty.

I shall never come to the scragging-post, unless you turn topsman, Dick
Turpin. My nativity has been cast, and the stars have declared I am to
die by the hand of my best friend--and that's you--eh? Dick?"

"It sounds like it," replied Turpin; "but I advise you not to become too
intimate with Jack Ketch. He may prove your best friend, after all."

"Why, faith, that's true," replied King, laughing; "and if I must ride
backwards up Holborn Hill, I'll do the th