n,
Let us always be merry thro' life,
Drink success to our King again and again,
To banish dull care pain and strife.

To the Memory of
MR. SELF,
LATE OF
_PULHAM MARKET HALL_.

The tear of regret was observed all around,
When our neighbour and friend was consigned to the ground;
If penury hung round the Cottager's door,
He ne'er would forget to remember the poor.
So cheerful in converse you always would find,
Neither spleen or ill nature could harass his mind;
Till age made its inroads he'd join with the gay,
At manly amusements to gladden the day.
In most friendly meetings for him they would call,
For I can say with truth he was liked by us all;
Good news for his country would him much pleasure bring,
For no subject in Britain rever'd more his King.
His conduct and actions would plainly foretell,
As a husband or parent but few did excel.
He was always a friend to the labouring poor,
To serve them at all times no one could strive more.
In all parish concerns he was found to be just,
And ne'er was the man that dishonoured his trust,
May the Angel that note all our errors above,
Blot out our lov'd friends thro' angelical love:
May his spirit be numbered with those of the blest,
The moment grim death planted darts in his breast.
May his Children be strangers to every strife,
That too frequent attend many mortals thro' life;
And when it shall choose the Almighty to call
Them from earthly troubles may he pardon them all.

THE VALIANT CAPTAIN.

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Tune.--"Derry Down."

This night I am trying a picture to draw,
Whom you know very well is a son of the law;
A wonder of wonders, he will not drive the quill,
To injure another, or make a bad will.

To increase a dispute he begs leave to decline,
And will settle such things o'er a glass of good wine;
When 'twas said we soon should be invaded by France,
Oh dear how he made his gay pony quick dance.

I fear 'twould be found he would be in the rear,
If the time was to come that their armies were near;
And was they on Albion's shore to arrive,
The shock would be such that he could not survive.

As Hudibras says, he this notion retain,
He that quick runs away may perhaps fight again;
On Sundays he brought his brave men to our view,
But so