‘That Ensign Newcome should to Hilsea go.’
Altho’ John relish’d not these hasty ways,
He bolted off to Hilsea in a chaise;
And then a Note was handed to our Spark,
‘That without loss of time he should embark.’
‘Upon my soul,’ says John, ‘this is no jest,
‘They won’t allow a man a little rest.’
Boxes and trunks were cramm’d into a Boat,
And Johnny Newcome found himself afloat.
John star’d with wonder when he got on Board,