“A goodly gray! why, then, I say,
That gray belongs to me!
“Let me endorse again my horse,
Delivered safe and sound;
And gladly I will give the man
A bottle and a pound!”
The wine was drunk—the money paid,
Though not without remorse,
To pay another man so much
For riding on his horse;—
And let the chase again take place
For many a long, long year—
John Huggins will not ride again
To hunt the Epping Deer!
Moral.
Thus pleasure oft eludes our grasp
Just when we think to grip her:
And hunting after Happiness,
We only hunt the slipper.
JACK HALL.
’Tis very hard when men forsake
This melancholy world, and make
A bed of turf, they cannot take
A quiet doze,
But certain rogues will come and break
Their “bone” repose.