compassion tremble on my eyelids,
Ready to fall as soon as you have told your
Pitiful story.

_Knife-grinder_.

Story! God bless you! I have none to tell, sir,
Only last night a-drinking at the Chequers,
This poor old hat and breeches, as you see, were
Torn in the scuffle.

Constable came up for to take me into
Custody; they took me before the Justice,
Justice Oldmixon put me in the parish
Stocks for a vagrant.

I should be glad to drink your honour's health in
A pot of beer, if you would give me sixpence;
But, for my part, I never love to meddle
With politics, sir.

_Friend of Humanity_.

_I_ give thee sixpence! I will see thee damned first--
Wretch! whom no sense of wrong can rouse to vengeance--
Sordid, unfeeling, reprobate, degraded,
Spiritless outcast!

[_Kicks the knife-grinder, overturns his wheel, and exit in a transport
of republican enthusiasm and universal philanthropy_.]

LIII. SONG BY ROGERO THE CAPTIVE.

This is a satirical imitation of many of the songs current in the
romantic dramas of the period. It is contained in the _Rovers, or
the Double Arrangement_, act i. sc. 2, a skit upon the dramatic
literature of the day.

Whene'er with haggard eyes I view
This dungeon, that I'm rotting in,
I think of those companions true
Who studied with me in the U-
-niversity of Gottingen--
-niversity of Gottingen.
[_Weeps, and pulls out a blue 'kerchief, with which
he wipes his eyes; gazing tenderly at it, he
proceeds_.

Sweet 'kerchief check'd with heavenly blue,
Which once my love sat knotting in,
Alas, Matilda then was true,
At least I thought so at the U-
-niversity of Gottingen--
-niversity of Gottingen.
[_At the repetition of this line Rogero clanks
his chain in cadence_.

Barbs! barbs! alas! how swift ye flew,
Her neat post-waggon trotting in!
Ye bore Matilda from my view;
Forlorn I languish'd at the U-
-niversity of Gottingen--
-niversity of Gottingen.

This faded form! this pallid hue!
This blood my veins is clotting in,
My years are many--they were few
When I first entered at the U-
-niversity of Gottingen--
-niversity of Gottingen.

There first for thee my passion grew,