—My goddess! what have you your pupil forgot?
—Your pardon, my dear,——Is it you, Molly Scot?
To a Lady who married her Footman. COLONEL P——.
Dear cousin, think it no reproach,
(Thy virtue shines the more,)
To take black John into the coach
He rode behind before.
On stealing a Pound of Candles.
Light-fingered Catch, to keep his hand in ure,
Stole anything; of this you may be sure,