WRITTEN BY SIR GEORGE ROSE,
AND COMMUNICATED BY J. P. HARLEY, ESQ.
With seventy years upon his back, Still is my honest friend "Young Jack," Nor spirits check'd nor fancy slack, But fresh as any daisy. Though Time has knock'd his stumps about, He cannot bowl his temper out; And all the Bannister is stout, Although the Steps be crazy.
An Irish Patient
HANDY ANDY.—No. II.
Andy walked out of the room with an air of supreme triumph, having laid the letters on the table, and left the squire staring after him in perfect amazement.