^ ipara&s. 
 
 BY JAMES HOLLAMBY. 
 
 'TIS the voice of the Drunkard, I heard him complain- 
 «Oh ! my throat is so dry, I must wet it again!” 
 
 As a hird on a gate-post so he in his shop, 
 
 For he's no sooner there than away he will hop. 
 
 ** A little more Ale, and a little more Grog,” 
 
 Thus he spends all he's got, and gets drunk as a hog; 
 At the Bagatelle hoard by the hour he will stand, 
 
 Or sit by the fire, with a pot in his hand. 
 
 I pass'd by his workshop, but found him not there,— 
 His tools were all rusty — his shop almost bare; 
 
 The coat he had on when he started from home 
 Is « shoved up the spout” for a quartern of rum. 
 
 1 went to the tavern to get him away. 
 
 But 'twas all to no purpose, for there he would stay: 
 As soon as be saw me, he said he'd been thinking 
 Man ne'er was intended to live without drinking. 
 
 Thinks I to myself — here’s a lesson for me, — 
 
 So I'll stick to ray work, with a cup of good tea; 
 
 But thanks to my friends for what they have done. 
 Who taught me to work, and not go on ‘Hhe run." 
 
 UCKFIELD, SUSSEX, December, 1842. 
 
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 ORBAT TOTHAM t PRINTED AT CHARLES CLARR's PRIVATE PRESS.