Come, Bet, my pet, and Sal, my pal, a buss, and then farewell— And Ned, the primest ruffling cove that ever nail'd a swell— To share the swag, or chaff the gab, we'll never meet again, The hulks is now my bowsing crib, the hold my dossing ken. Don't nab the bib, my Bet, this chance must happen soon or later, For certain sure it is that transportation comes by natur; His lordship's self, upon the bench, so downie his white wig in, Might sail with me, if friends had he to bring him up to priggin; And is it not unkimmon fly in them as rules the nation, To make us end, with Botany, our public edication? But Sal, so kind, be sure you mind the beaks don't catch you tripping, You'll find it hard to be for shopping sent on board the shipping: So tip your mauns afore we parts, don't blear your eyes and nose, Another grip, my jolly hearts—here's luck, and off we goes! SETTLING FOR THE HOAX. [Illustration] 3 LOW SUNDAY. "_Facile est descensus_—" 8 Sir R. Peel resigned, 1835. To all the virtues of exalted station, He adds the greater one of resignation. 15 Clock with Sun. [Illustration] _Caution._—Never undertake to get a lady's watch repaired, or you will be held responsible for its defects ever after. 24 Geological Society instituted, 1826. [Illustration] Kind friends in need are they who make no bones, When paupers ask for bread, to give them stones. [Illustration: APRIL.——_Low_ Sunday. ] ODE TO SIR ANDREW AGNEW: AND ALL WHOM IT MAY CONCERN.