Which Shove repeated warmly, tho' he shiver'd:-- "Damn Twizzle's house! and damn the Bell! And damn the fool who rang it!--Well, From all such plagues I'll quickly be deliver'd." "What?--quickly be deliver'd!" echoes Crow;-- "Who is it?--Come, be sharp;--reply, reply; Who wants to be deliver'd? let me know." Recovering his surprise, Shove answer'd, "I." "_You_ be _deliver'd!_" says the Doctor,--"'Sblood!" Hearing a man's gruff voice--"You lout! you lob! You be deliver'd!--Come, that's very good!" Says Shove, "I will, so help me Bob!" "Fellow," cried Crow, "you're drunk with filthy beer! A drunkard, fellow, is a brute's next neighbour;-- But Miss Cloghorty's time was very near, And, I suppose, Lucretia's now in labour." "Zounds!" bellows Shove, with rage and wonder wild, "Why then, my _maiden_ Aunt is _big with child_!" Here was, at once, a sad discovery made! Lucretia's frolick, now, was past a joke;-- Shove tremble'd for his Fortune, Crow, his Trade, Both, both saw ruin,--by one fatal stroke; But, with his Aunt, when Isaac did discuss, She hush'd the matter up, by speaking thus: "Sweet Isaac!" said Lucretia, "spare my Fame!-- Tho', for my babe, I feel as should a mother, Your Fortune will continue much the same; For,--keep the Secret,--you're his _Elder Brother_." [Illustration] FOOTNOTES [1] _N.B._ Half our modern Legends are either borrow'd or translated from the German. [2] This is the conclusion of all that was originally printed under the title of "_My Night-gown and Slippers_." [3] Roses were not emblems of faction, cries the Critick, till the reign of Henry the Sixth.--Pooh!--This is a figure, not an anachronism. Suppose, Mr. Critick, you and all your descendants should be hang'd, although your father died in his bed:--Why then posterity, when talking of your father, may allude to the _family gallows_, which his issue shall have render'd notoriously _symbolical of his House_. [4] --"_Quis talia fando Temperet a lachrymis?_" says AEneas, by way of proem; yet, for a Hero, tolerably "use'd to the melting mood," he talks, on this occasion, much more than he cries; and, though he begins with a wooden Horse, and gives a general account of the burning of Troy, still the "_quorum pars magna fui_" is, evidently, the great inducement to his chattering:--accordingly, he keeps up Queen Dido to a scandalous late hour, after supper, for the good folks of Carthage, to tell her an egotistical story, that occupies two whole books of the AEneid.--Oh, these Heroes!--I once knew a worthy General--but I wont tell that story.