‘My wretched bones are jumbled to a jelly.
‘Then there’s my best Reg’mentals all bedevil’d
‘By that D——n’d Stink-pot which at me was levell’d.’
Ward felt an interest in his friend’s behalf,
But for his soul could not restrain a laugh.
So bid him Breakfast, and forget his cares,
And then he’d try to manage his affairs.
So said, so done. ‘And now,’ says honest Ward,
‘If I can’t set you right, it is D——n’d hard:
‘At B——’s Hotel you will get ev’ry comfort,