‘Is that the case?’ says John, ‘then there’s some danger, ‘That my poor Beasts must live upon the Manger.[12] ‘No matter, ’gad I’ll keep them while I can, ‘And when I join, I then can change my plan.’ So every thing being purchased to his will, He settled all by draft on Ludgate Hill. This day to bus’ness he did give up solely, And went to buy his Stock from Cavigole.[13] ‘Pray, Sir,’ says John, ‘do you sell Hams, and Cheese?’ ‘_Si Senhor_, I do sell all vat you please; ‘Biscuits, & Porter, Tongues, Hollands, & Brandy.’ John crack’d his Whip, and swore ’twas all the dandy. ‘Tea, Sugar, Salt, and vat of all most nice is, ‘Pickles and Soda, good Segars and Spices.’ ‘Well said, my Hearty! now I’ll tell you what, ‘Pack some of all, but in a separate lot.’ John now another Draft on Daddy drew, Gave his address and off to Belem flew. His time now pass’d with pleasure, and delight, Loitering all day, and getting drunk at night. In scenes like these, John found the week had past, And to his Reg’ment he must go at last: A Route receiv’d to travel off next Day, And march to Sacavem without delay; And thus by daily journies was to go, Until he reach’d the Santarem Depôt. Next morn, on Dobbin, off friend Johnny started; Teague led the Mule, and so they both departed. John’s legs from Dobbin nearly scrap’d the road, The Mule close following, tott’ring ’neath its load. Poor Teague, esteem’d by all a hearty fellow, With parting Glass had got a little mellow: A trifling failing here I must disclose, Teague swore ’twas for the honour of his Nose, Whose lovely size, and colour, to his thinking, Could only be maintained by hearty drinking. Heedless he went, unmindful as he past, The poor Mule stumbled, and the load was cast. ‘Thunder & Turf! are those your tricks?’ says Teague, ‘What! tired you Spalpeen, and come but a League!’ John now dismounted, and with horror stood; They’d told him of Banditti in the Wood. ‘O, Teague! dear Teague! as we are only two, ‘If the curst thieves should come, what shall we do?’ ‘Thieves! is it thieves you fear, Sir, G--d confound ’em! ‘Teague and your Honour surely can surround ’em; ‘By Ja--s, I would bodder half a score.’ } This check’d John’s fears, who now did him implore } To get the load upon the Mule once more. } The job accomplish’d, he his Horse bestrode, And then with anxious look pursued his Road. As Sacavem came now full right in view, He then enquired of Teague ‘what he should do?’ ‘You first must to the Jewish bend your pace.’ ‘Jewish!’[14] says John, ‘why man, that’s at Duke’s Place.’ ‘’Tis him that sarves the Billet,’ Teague replies. ‘O, well!’ says John, and to the Juis hies. The Billet[15] got, they travel to explore For Rua Sacra, Casa, Number Four. The House was found, but wanting Door or Casement,