Drawn by Rowlandson

The Party breaking up, and Quæ Genus breaking down.

As he his innocence had vow'd,

Our Hero press'd his hands and bow'd,

Nay look'd, with humble, downcast eye,

The Mirror of Apology.

Besides, he well knew how to bribe

The service of the liv'ried tribe;

So, without fear of ill to come,

He was convey'd in safety home.