He kiss'd and press'd her o'er and o'er; Till her apron grew too short before, Alas! poor Nell! It happen'd on a certain day, As talking they were led, She wept, she wail'd, she wrung her hands, And thus to him she said; He straight gave her a loving kiss, And without more delay, He took her by the lily white hand, And thus to her did say ; I wish Old Nick may fetch me straight, (A woeful tale to tell) If ever I prove false to thee, My dearest Nell. Then thus with joys and loving toys, They past away the time, 'Till seven months were gone and past, (But two left out of nine.) When from her place he turn'd her quite, As I to you may tell, All for the sake of a Lady bright, Alas poor Nell! But when she found she was deceiv'd, She wept and tore her hair; And cry'd there's no belief in man, It plainly doth appear. Oh! how could he so cruel be, Now it happen'd to this Lady bright, Who liv'd a mile from town; а That this young lawyer every night And longing for a richer spouse, As Nell was sitting all alone, Lamenting sad one night, A project came into her head, Which made her laugh outright. Thought she, I'll make myself as black And watch some night for his coming home, She to a Chimney-sweeper went, And there a bargain made, But come along with me. She having learned the lad his tale, If you do act your part aright, You half a crown I'll pay. She gave him squibs of gunpowder, And coming to a lonesome wood, The which adjoining to a road, That the lawyer must come by: With a pair of ram's horns on her head, In a lonesome place stood she; But as for black the sweeper's boy, She plac'd him on a tree. It was just about the hour of one, The lawyer he came trudging home She quickly caught him by the skirt, Then with a doleful hollow voice, To fetch you hence away. She said, you must along with me With that the chimney-sweeper's boy Set fire unto the train, Which flew and crack'd about his head, And made him roar amain. Dear Mr. Devil, spare me now, And I to-morrow by break of day, Well look you do the Devil cry'd, Or mind what I say to thee; That little Devil shall fetch you, The lawyer he went trembling home, As soon as it was light, With trembling joints and staring eyes, With kisses and embraces, She granted her consent; And having got a licence, Unto the church they went; Where he made her his lawful wife, As for a truth I tell, And now they live a happy life, Sing, O brave Nell! She never told to friend or foe, The trick which she had play'd, Until some months after, When she was brought to-bed. She told it at a gossiping, Which pleased the wenches well, He was glad, and laugh'd and said 'Twas well done, Nell. ON KING GEORGE THE IInd's LANDING AT LOWESTOFT, On his Return from Hanover, the 14th of January, 1736-7. His Majesty had been a considerable time on his voyage from Helveotsluys to England, occasioned by stormy and contrary winds, and had been also exposed to the most imminent danger. When the royal barge approached the shore, a body of sailors belonging to Lowestoft, uniformly dressed in seamen's jackets, rejoicing that their King, after having escaped the perils of the ocean, was honouring their native town with a visit, waded into the sea, and, meeting the barge, took it on their shoulders with the King, the Countess of Yarmouth, and all the attendant nobility in it, and carried it to the beach, without suffering it to strike the ground. His Majesty was met at the sea shore by John Jex, esq. of that town, with his carriage, who conducted him to his house: Mr. Jex having the very high honour of being coachman. This mighty monarch landed about twelve at noon, and about two hours after set off for London. Between six and seven o'clock in the evening, Mr. Carrington, one of the King's messengers, arrived at the Post Office in Ipswich, with the agreeable news that his Majesty would be there that night; on which the Bailiffs, Portmen, &c. assembled in their formalities to receive him, at St. |