THE MAD LOVE R.. 'LL from my breast tear fond defire,. I' Since Laura is not mine: I'll ftrive to cure the amorous fire, And quench the flame with wine. Perhaps in groves and cooling fhade There all the vows to Laura made The fpeaking ftrings and charming fong" My paffion may remove: Oh, Mufick will the pain prolong, And is the food of Love. I'll fearch heaven, earth, hell, feas, and airy, And that fhall fet me free: Oh, Laura's image will be there Where Laura will not be. My foul must still endure the pain, THE THE SOLDIER'S WEDDING. A SOLILOQUY by NAN THRASHERWELL. My dear Thrafherwell, you're gone to fea, From our flock-bed, our garret, and from me! In the embraces of fome Hampshire Sow, And had not you ten fhillings, my reward? Did I not then, before the Serjeant's face, dirt.! Treat Jack, Tom, Will, and Martin, with difgrace? } You, You, with fome oaths that fignified confent, Cried "Tom is Nan's!" and o'er the fword you went. YOUNG Slouch the Farmer had a jolly Wife, That knew all the conveniencies of life, pray give me leave to speak." His friends thought this was a tyrannic rule, Not differing much from calling of him fool; In fact the mafter of his family. He faid, "That the next Tuesday noon would show * Whether he were the lord at home, or no; "When "When their good company he would intreat "To well-brew'd ale, and clean, if homely, meat." With aching heart home to his wife he goes, And on his knees does his rafh act disclose, And prays dear Sukey, that, one day at least, He might appear as master of the feast. "I'll grant your wish," cries fhe, "that you may fee ""Twere wisdom to be govern'd still by me.” The guests upon the day appointed came, Each bowfy Farmer with his fimpering dame. "Ho! Sue!" cries Slouch, "why doft not thou appear! "Are these thy manners when Aunt Snap is here?" "I pardon afk," fays Sue; "I'd not offend "Any my dear invites, much lefs his friend." Slouch by his kinfman Gruffy had been taught To entertain his friends with finding fault, And make the main ingredient of his treat His faying, "There was nothing fit to eat : "The boil'd Pork ftinks, the roaft Beef 's not enough, "The Bacon's rufty, and the Hens are tough; "The Veal 's all rags, the Butter 's turn'd to Oil; Why must old Pidgeons, and they stale, be dreft, Sue Sue all this while many excuses made": Then Cheese was brought. Says Slouch, "This e'en "' fhall roll: "I'm fure 'tis hard enough to make a Bowl : Slouch turn'd his head, faw his wife's vigorous hand Wielding her oaken fapling of command, Knew well the twang: "Is 't the Old Cheese, my Dear? "No need, no need of Cheefe," cries Slouch: "I'llfwear, "I think I've din'd as well as iny Lord Mayor!" THE SKILLET. TWO neighbours, Clod and Jolt, would married be; Clod thought a Cuckold was a monstrous beast, There |