?8? IBBNTIMRNTAL SON(]?. At night when the priest and exciseman are gone, He quaffs at the alehouse with Roger and John; Then reels to his pillow and dreams of no ill; No monarch more blest than the man. of the nfilL THE INSOLVENT DEBTOR. Dtvosx) of all care was my morning ellifs, Friends and traffic fulfilled each desire; As true and as good as she's fair was my wife, And my babes lisped the joy of their sire. .And m.y babes &c. But misfortune, dire spectra! my hopes did depress, And viiliany injured my fame; My credit, on(e great, every monMnt grew less, And friendship I found but a name. And friendship, &c. The hard-hearted creditor view'd my distress, His soul was ne'er formed to relieve; He plunged me alas ! in a prison's re(ess, Depriv'd of all sense but to grieve. Depriv'd of &c. lq'o friend took t.he pains my dark mansion to seek, My wife dimm'd each eye with a tear: My children--but why of their woes should I speakS.-- It drives me, alas ! to despair. It d.rive? me, &c. SIPArp m,eery Mings, famine hovers around, The life springs of comfort are dry: ?o relief for so we-worn a wretch can be found, But to hide his despair androte die!
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