"Cooke's unparalled Excellence!"
"In characters new, and in characters old,
Cooke must be allow'd a matchless fine fellow;
For, act what he will, we are constantly told,
That in every part he is perfectly mellow!"
Ambrose and his Dog.
BY W. HOLLOWAY.
The clock had struck the midnight hour,
And all the village slept,
Save Julia, listening to the shower
She, lonely, watch'd and wept.
For, ere the sun peep'd o'er the hill,
To town her Ambrose went;
And sure some unexpected ill
Must his return prevent!
What, though the wood he pass'd beside,
He needed nothing fear,
For honest Dobbin was his guide
And faithful Tray was there.
The heath was wild! the roads were bad;
'Twas dark and dreary too;
'Twas cold, but he was doubly clad,
And well the way he knew.