Jane. (Unmasks). You are indeed an A-S-S, not to have found me out before.
Log. What! my Jenny!——
Jerry. Don’t be astonished, Bob—I’ll explain all:—Tom and I are going to make two matches; you must make the third—form a bunch of matches—exchange one imprisonment for another, her arms, you dog!—’aint you up?—
Log. I’m fly—Oxford has no fellowship like this! (Embracing Jane).
Tom. (Coming down with Kate). You are right, Bob, it has not.—Well, we have been amused by Life in London, now let us endeavour to profit by it;—let our experience teach us to avoid its quicksands, and make the most of its sunshine;—and in that anticipation let us hope our kind friends will pardon Tom, Jerry, and Logic all their sprees and rambles.
Jerry Going Back to the Country.
| Three merry boys were Logic, Tom and Jerry, And many funny larks they have seen; Farewell, gay London, the country calls me home again, The coach moves on—the play is done—Goodbye, Goodbye. |
The White Horse Cellar, Piccadilly:—