THE STEWARD.
There is no servant like the Steward,
For letting lordships go to leeward;
And I ne'er knew of one so thorough,
As he who 'served' Lord Peterborough;
And so, for ever, made that station
A perfect personification
Of every virtue upon earth,
That can befriend a man of birth.
He pulled his Lordship's mansion down,—
One of the handsomest in town;
He sold the bricks, the floors and stairs,
And charged my Lord for the repairs:
Then, to surpass the sweets of honey,
He lent his Lordship his own money!
I spare you more advice, the rather,
Thinking you cannot well go farther
Than keep, in every thing you do,
Your Master's 'interest' still in view.
