COMIC SONeS, But scarce was the honey mmm dim . When the devil cried, Flam, come away. Oh! oh! story of woe, when the devil cried, F!an? come How she wish'd that the ten? would But poor Mrs. Flare could not weep; And soon, in a black velvet pall, She popp'd the old lawyer to sleep. Oh! oh, &e. 8he thm?ht of' her love as she lay, When the ghost of' the !ate ?,fr. Flare, In his ?'een ve13?et cap, came to say, "?hoo, nonsense! your grief is dl sham.'? Oh! oh, &e. quoth she, "-ghost; I'm no longer thine, ! wo'n't lie alone in the dark, For to-morrow, at half'-af'tet nine, Mr. Flam, I shall marry your clerk.** Oh! oh, &e. BACHELOR'S FARE. Fu?Y Mid free, are a bachelor's r?ve]rie9, Cherrily, merrily, passe8 his life; lqothlng knows he of' connubial deviltries, Troul:desom? children and clamorous wife. t?ree from satiety, care, and anxiety Charms in var]ety.f'all 1o his share; ? .., Bacchus's blisses, and �enus's kisses, This, boys, this, is the bachelor's faro. A wife, like a cannister, chattering, clatterftig, Tied to a clog for his torment and dread, All be-spattering, bumping and battering, Hurries and worr/es him till he is dead;
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