Pity the sorrows of a poor old man,
Whose trembling limbs have borne him to your door,
Whose days are dwindled to the shortest span;
Oh! give relief, and Heaven will bless your store.
GEORGE COLMAN.
1762-1836.
BROAD GRINS.
The Maid of the Moor.
And what's impossible can't be,
And never, never comes to pass.
Three stories high, long, dull, and old,
As great lord's stories often are.