And Porter of Brewer-street rows in a boat
To Waters of River-street, Wapping.
Mr Sparrow in Bird-street has feathered his nest,
Mr Archer in Bow-street woos Sally;
Mr Windham in Air-street gets zephyr'd to rest,
Mr Dancer resides in Ball-Alley.
Mr Fisher in Finsbury fix'd all his views,
Mr Foote in Shoe-lane works at carding;
Mr Hawke has a residence close to the Mews,
And Winter puts up in Spring-garden.
In Orange-street Lemon vends porter and ale,
In Hart-street Jack Deer keeps a stable;
In Hill-street located you'll find Mr Dale,
In Blue Anchor-row, Mr Cable.
In Knight-Rider-street you've both Walker and Day,
In Castle-street Champion and Spearman;
In Blackman-street Lillywhite makes a display,
In Cheapside lives sweet Mrs Dearman.
In Paradise row Mr Adam sells figs,
Eve, in Apple-tree Yard rooms has taken;
Mr Coltman in Foley-street fits you with wigs,
In Hog-lane, you call upon Bacon.
Old Homer, in Greek-street, sells barrels and staves,
While Pope in Cross-lane is a baker;
In Liquorpond-street Mr Drinkwater shaves.
In Cow-lane lives A. Veal, undertaker!
My jumbles and jingles I've now written down,
And if for their meaning you teaze me—
That they really have none I must candidly own,
And silence will therefore best please me.
If not witty, nor curious, they'll answer, I ween,
To get me, "ask'd out" by great ninnies—
And out of the firm of some new magazine
Procure me a couple of guineas. [37]
Prevention—in This Case—The Next Best Thing to Cure.
A young man was found tricking at cards, and the players pitched him out at a first floor window. Being picked up by a friend, he blustered a good deal and said: "What would you advise me to do under the circumstances?"
