And the taylor threw open his peepers once more. [J] A Lawyer's compend, in which he notes down the heads of arguments in Law-suits.--_Freneau's note, 1795 edition._ XI. CONCLUSION _of the Journey_ When the morning appear'd, it is horrid to tell What mischiefs the most of our crew had befel: A bundle lay here, and a budget lay there; The Frenchman was fretting and pulling his hair, The horses were feeding about on the hill, And Snip, with his head on a hassock lay still, The driver beseech'd us the fault to excuse, The night had been dark--and "he lost both his shoes"-- Then he rais'd up his waggon, rejoicing to find That, by leaving the top and the curtains behind, We still might proceed--for the body was sound, And the wheels, upon searching, uninjur'd all 'round. But dull and dishearten'd we travell'd along, Our waggon dismantled, our harness all wrong: The lawyer was vext that we went a snail's pace, And Cynthia was sure she had lost half her lace; While Bryan O'Bluster, who Snip had restor'd, Asserted, that Snip was the Jonas on board, And often declar'd, in his moments of glee, "He would give him a souse, if he had him at sea." At length, we arriv'd, with the marks of our fall, And halted to dine at the town of Road-Hall: Honest David has always a dish of the best, But Snipinda declar'd there was nothing well drest-- "And Snip (she exclaim'd) I would ask him to eat, But I know that he never could relish roast-meat: I think it were better to get him some Tea, He always was fond of slop dinners, like me, But then he could never endure your Bohea-- La! madam, is this the best tea that you keep? By the taste and the smell, you have purchas'd it cheap! No Hyson or Congo to give a sick stranger! Poor man! I've no doubt but his life is in danger! "No doctor like Neptune for people like him, (Quoth O'Bluster)--his illness is merely a whim: If I had him at sea, with the rest of our crew, He should dance to the tune of a bowl of Burgoo!" "From all that appears (said captain O'Keef) I judge he might venture to taste the roast beef, Nay--I think I can guess, from the cast of his eye, He longs to have hold of the gooseberry pye!" "Why captain (she cry'd) would you kill the poor sinner? If he cannot have tea, he shall go without dinner!"