Each parish resolution With spirits gay and hearty, Spoken.] I'm not one of your lazy, foolish officers, who walk about doing nothing; no, no, I fills my hofishul campacity as it ought to be fill'd; because I considers as how I represents her Majesty, and therefore should always act with becoming dignity! I never objects to a fee, when it's a good one; I never takes up any person but when I expect to get something by it; I never declines an invitation to a parish dinner! Oh, there's no gammon in me! And when in my campacity, I represent her Majesty, With heart and voice I do rejoice, God save the Queen! Till my death I shall be loyal, I'll feast, sing, and drink, As beadles ought to do: God save the Queen! And bless her subjects, too. I'll Both boil'd and roast I'll taste, then toast Spoken.] Oh yes, oh yes, oh yes! Lost a churchwarden's appetite, supposed to have been taken from him by an over gorge at the last parish dinner. Whoever has found the same, and will return it safe and sound to the owner, will be handsomely rewarded. N. B. If not returned within a fortnight previous to the next feast, it will be of no use to the said churchwarden. Now, young woman, what do you do here? I don't know. Why don't you go home ?-Acause I've got none.-Well, go to your mother's.-I haven't got one. Go to your father, then.-I've not got a father. Go to your brother's or sister's, then.-I've not got any. Well, go and get your dinner.-I haven't got a dinner.-What, got no father, no mother, no Here sisters, no brothers, no home, and no dinner? take this half-crown, and get out of the parish then. So when in my campacity, I represent her Majesty, With heart and voice I do rejoice, THE MAIL COACH. TUNE.The Country Club. COME listen to my story: Bring me a leg of mutton, Spoken in different voices.] Why, waiter !-Coming, sir.-Where is my gravy soup?-Just took off the gridiron.-Make haste, I shall lose my place.-I hope your honour will remember the poor ostler.-Are the beef-steaks ready ?-No, but your chops are.-What a concourse of people are going in these coaches ;All fast behind. Hip! (Imitates the sound of the guard's horn.) Then 'tis away we rattle, Jolly dogs and stylish cattle, What a cavalcade of coaches What work for man and beast! They cry-I've lost the coach. Spoken in various voices.] How's this ?-I'm sure my name was booked.-No such thing, ma'am.-A lady and a parrot in a cage. That fare can't go inside, one parrot's enough at a time.-No room for two ladies?-None at all for females; this is a mail coach. -Set me down at the butcher's shop; I should not like to be seen getting out of a coach.-Tie a handkerchief round your neck, Billy; you'll catch cold.Yes; good-bye, grandpapa; give my love to grandmamma.-Hip! (Imitates the horn.) Then 'tis away we rattle, What merry wags and railers, Begin to sing and bawl. And others come, no doubt; Spoken in different voices.]—Are my boxes all safe?-You have put my trunk in a wrong coach.Never fear, ma'am, we shall overtake it. What a figure you cut in that Welch wig ?-Hold your tongue, sirrah, you've woke me out of a comfortable nap.Keep the windows shut; I have got a cold and a stiff neck-My little girl isn't well-Keep your feet in ; you've got you're leg between mine.-I don't mind it, if the gentleman don't.-Hip! (Imitates the horn.) Then 'tis away we rattle, Jolly dogs and stylish cattle, ELIZA. Now stood Eliza on the wood-crown'd height, While round her brows bright beams of honour dart, Heard the exulting shout, "They run, they run!' Some Fury winged it, and some Demon guides!- 'Oh, spare, ye war-hounds, spare their tender age, From tent to tent, th' impatient warrior flies, Quick through the murmuring gloom his footsteps tread, O'er groaning heaps, the dying and the dead. Soon hears his list'ning son the welcome sounds, Poor weeping babe, with bloody fingers prest, |