│15│cious, │ Supplied the thirsty revellers │ ♃ ⊕ ♒ ☉ │ │ │ │ With draughts of nut-brown ale; │ │ │16│unless │ While pleas'd, the neighb'ring │ │ │ │ │ gentry stood, │ │ │ │ │ And view'd the cheerful scene, │thrust forth│ │17│the stars │ Or laid aside their rank to join │ │ │ │ │ The sports upon the green. │ │ │18│prove │ │ ♓ ♑ │ │ │ │ Ah! those were times that memory │ │ │19│more │ Is happy to retrace, │ their │ │ │ │ But chang'd, alas! and sad are those│ │ │20│propi- │ Which now supply their place. │ own bald │ │ │ │ An honest healthy peasantry │ │ │21│tious, │ Then shar'd the farmer's board, │ and │ │ │ │ Who'd shrink from parish pauper pay,│ │ │22│that │ As from a thing abhorr'd; │ conceited │ │ │ │ The sons of "Merry England" now │ │ │23│I shall │ Are chang'd to Mammon's slaves, │ │ │ │ │ And "peep about to find themselves │ │ │24│nothing │ Dishonourable graves." │ ☽ ♂ ♀ │ │ │ │ The "labourer," no longer "reckon'd │ │ │25│have │ Worthy of his hire," │ │ │ │ │ No more partakes the farmer's board,│suppositions│ │26│to say │ Nor warms him at his fire— │ │ │ │ │ │ │ │27│about │ * * * * * │ ♈ ♀ ⚹ ♏ ☽ │ │ │ │ │ │ │28│this │ (RIGDUM FUNNIDOS _interrupteth_:) │ │ │ │ │ │ For these │ │29│famous │Stop, stop, old friend! I prithee, cease │ │ │ │ │ this prosing. │ │ │ │ │Egad! you'll set my gentle readers dozing.│ and other │ │30│month │The TIMES are bad, I own, and sad's the │ │ │ │ │ _change_; │ │ │ │ │But, surely, that is not so wondrous │ weighty │ │ │ │ strange; │ │ │31│of May! │And if it were, this is no place to joke │ │ │ │ │ in. │ │ │ │ │ │ │ │ │ │ NONAGENARIAN: │ │ │ │ │ │ │