To walk a little more at ease, I took the liberty to boil my peas! _May 3, 1807._ _Scenes at Brighton, or the Miseries of Human Life._ Published by A. Berigo, 38 Maiden Lane, Covent Garden. _Plate 1._ Beauty, Music, a few thousands, and opportunity given by card tables, often feather the adventurer and prove an easy introduction to the Miseries of Human Life. _Plate 2._ Jealousy, rage, disappointment, intrigue, and laughter are here pretty much exemplified, and afford an old Lover a high-seasoned taste of the Miseries of Human Life. _May 6, 1807._ _Monastic Fare._ And why I'm so plump, the reason I'll tell, Who leads a good life is sure to live well, What Baron, or Squire, or Knight of the Shire Lives half so well as a Holy Friar? [Illustration: MONASTIC FARE.] _May 6, 1807._ _Black, Brown, and Fair._ Designed by Sir E. Bunbury. Rowlandson sculp. Published by T. Tegg, 111 Cheapside.--An illustration to the lines:-- With Black, Brown, and Fair, I have frolic'd 'tis true, But I never lov'd any, dear Mary, but you. At the window of a tavern, at Wapping 'Dock Head,' is a bevy of beauties, representing the variations of complexion described by the song-writer. The redundant charms of this collection of beauties are arresting an equally diversified circle of admirers, numbering mulattos, a Chinaman, a Holland skipper, a foreign Jew, and a Virginia nigger. _May 6, 1807._ _The Holy Friar._ Designed by Sir E. Bunbury. Rowlandson, sculp. I am a Friar of orders Grey, And down the valleys I take my way. I pull not Blackberry, Haw, or Hip; Good store of ven'son does fill my scrip. My long Bead-roll I merrily chaunt, Wherever I walk no money I want; And why I'm so plump, the reason I'll tell, Who leads a good life is sure to live well; What Baron, or Squire, or Knight of the Shire Lives half so well as a Holy Friar? After supper of Heav'n I dream, But that is fat pullets and clouted cream; Myself by denial I mortify, With a dainty bit of a Warden pie. I'm cloth'd in sackcloth for my sin, With old Sack wine I'm lin'd within, A chirping cup is my Matin song, And the vesper's bell is my bowl--ding dong! What Baron, or Squire, or Knight of the Shire Lives half so well as a Holy Friar? [Illustration: THE HOLY FRIAR.]