remember when I was in London, about thirty years ago, there was a song, a great favourite at our club at Nando's coffee-house; Jack Pickle used to sing it for us: a droll fish! but 'tis an old thing, I dare swear you have heard it often.AIR XVIII.When I followed a lass that was forward and shy,Oh! I stuck to her stuff, 'till I made her comply;Oh! I took her so lovingly round the waist.And I smack'd her lips, and I held her fast:When hugged and hall'dShe squealed and squall'd;But though she vow'd all I did was in vain,Yet I pleas'd her so well, that she bore it again.Than hoity toity,Wisking, firisking,Green was her gown upon the grass:Oh! such were the joys of our dancing days.Eust.Very well sir, upon my word.J. Woodcock.No no, I forget all those things now, but I could do a little at them once;—Well stay and eat your dinner, and we'll talk about your teaching the girl:—Lucy, take your master to your spinnet, and shew him what you can do—I must go and give some orders; "then hoity, toity, &c.0