The load was fo heavy-fo dark was the night,
That he foon loft his way-yet he fwore he was right;
And, rather than part with the reins, or the whip,
He flogg'd the poor cattle from shoulder to hip!

along!

Tol de rol, &c.

Soon the paffengers faw the great diff'rence of skill
Between their old coachman and poftillion Will,
Who, firm in his feat, tho' he knew he was wrong,
Damn'd his fare, fuck'd his quid-and then box'd it
Tol de rol, &c.
In vain did the wretches difcover their fright;
In vain did they afk-nay, infift, they would 'light:
He told them he drove for his mafter the King;
And 'twas then they found out-they had loft the check-
ftring!
Tol de rol, &c.

But foon, now they're ftuck in the mire, may they feel
'Tis time each his fhoulder fhould clap to the wheel;
Or elfe their mad coachman, ftill calling on heav'n,
Will fink 'em fo deep, that no aid can be giv'n!
Tol de rol, &c.

Then, like Phaeton, he who thus dar'd to afpire,
Proud Charioteer Pitt will confume in his fire;
'Till Fox, like Apollo, again takes the fway,
To prove none can rule-like the God of the Day.

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Tol de rol. &c.

REAL ANECDOTE OF A QUAKER.

N honeft country Quaker, who was lately driving his calf to Manchester market, put a flaming cockade upon one fide of its head, and being met on the road by a friend, who enquired of him what he was driving before him, the Quaker replied, in his plain country dialect, " Doesn't thou fee, friend, what I am driving before me? A young recruit, to be fure." Upon which, the other demanded of him, where he was going with him ? "Why, were do'st thou think I am going with him?" answered the Quaker, "but to the butcher's flaughter-house.” A Quaker

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A Quaker who was examined before their Honours the Governors of the Excife Office, touching fome certain duties, that it was fuppofed had not been properly paid, was rather more primitive in his language than they liked; and not choofing to use any other titles than thee, thou, and friend, one of them with a very ftern countenance, afked him" Pray Mr.

do you know for what we fit here?" "Yea," replied Nathan, I do:-" fome of you for five hundred, others for a thousand, and I have been told, others for two thousand pounds a year."

THE LAST DYING SPEECH AND CONFESSION

Birth, Parentage, and Education,
Life, Character, and Behaviour,
of that notified Malefacturer,
WILLIAM PITTMORE,
alias Gallows Billy;

who was tried and convicted
before the Judges of England,
for Robbery and wilful Murder,
and executed accordingly;

With the whole of what paffed at the Place
of Execution.

"Good Chriftians,

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HO are now witneffes to my unhappy fate and untimely end, take warning by me, and be cautious how you get into bad company, and yield to the temptations of the evil one, who is always on the watch to take advantage of poor finful fouls, and lead them to perdition. I was born of honeft and devout parents, who educated me in the ways of God, and brought me up holily to the practice of the law; but owing to my own wicked and perverfe heart, I fell to fabbath-breaking, drunkennefs, profane curfing and fwearing, bearing false witnefs, and other

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abominations, fo that I foon loft my character. Having then fome money at my difpofal, I collected and bribed a gang of the most defperate villains who ever infefted this metropolis, and urged them on to acts of outrage, thievery, and bloodshed, that caused the ruin and deftruction of many pious Chriftians in this land. Though I never expofed my miferable perfon in any action of danger, yet I fent many poor deluded wretches to murder others, and oftentimes to be murdered themselves; for which reason I hope all people here affembled will pray for my future falvation in another world, fo that may escape the dreadful punishment of eternal damnation. Though my crying fins are manifold, I can yet fay, by the bleffing of Heaven, that I never was addicted to the company of harlots, and though I may frequently have been feen with my vile accomplices in a bad houfe, yet I always preferved my chastity therein, and never, at any time, did commit a rape on the body of any woman whatever, for which I trust I may find favour hereafter. I confess that I treated the poor with great cruelty, and took even their bread away without mercy, while at the fame time I favoured the rich on all occafions; I likewise have caused many thousands of my fellow-creatures to be maffacred at different times, and in different places, for the doing of which I have nothing to fay in my defence. I acknowledge that I have been a hardened reprobate, and would not ftick at any thing to forward my own base fchemes, being led thereto by a finful luft of the lucre of gold, and a moft wicked ambition, for which I am now about to meet my just reward. I entreat, above all things, the forgiveness of Mr. French, whom I endeavoured, by the wicked means in my power, to deprive of his liberty, to ftarve him and all his family, and to set his houfe on fire. Alas! I never fhewed mercy to any perfon who had difpleafed me, if I could once get him into my clutches, but glorified myself for a fanguinary vengeance, which I moft affuredly muft have derived from the devil. My pride of heart was

fo great, that I would take no advice, but went on my abominable career for many years, until I was declared by all men to be an enemy to the human race, and am in confequence now brought to juftice. Lord have mercy upon my poor foul? Amen."

The wretched culprit was fo execrated by the populace, that he was pelted all the way to the place of execution with rotten eggs, dead cats, and the like; and when the aweful moment arrived in which he was launched into eternity, there was a loud and general fhout of approbation and joy from all the fpectators.William Pittmore, alias Gallows Billy, was upwards of thirty-fix years of age, of a moft forbidding countenance, with a fpare figure, thin legs, no vifible protuberance behind, and (carcely any chin.-[Telegraph.]

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THE GOITRE.

A FABLE.

EADER! youv'e feen perchance (for every fight,
John Bull's devout attention draws);

ou've feen, with equal wonder and delight,
The Monftrous Craws----

Now, if you feel your vig'rous fancy able
To give a mere unform'd excrefcence,
Existence perfonal and effence,
See how a Wen can figure in a fable.
A Goitre in an Alpine valley bred,
In fhape and fize full rival to the head,
Efteem'd among the belies of Syon

The prettieft lump of flesh was e'er fet eye on.
Made vain, as we may well fuppofe,
With admiration, like a noddy

Puff'd with felf-confequence and folly, chofe
To ftand in competition with the body.

* Moft people will remember the three perfons with goitres is wens in the neck, brought over a few years fince from the Swifs Mountains, and exhibited to wondering John Bull, under the appellation of Monftrous Craws, wild born human beings.

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And thus he argued---" In the general plan,
That forms the commonwealth of man,
We may prefume that every fingle part,
In bulk, and growth, and diftribution,
Was made by never-erring art,

Beft fuited to the human conftitution.

'Twere then enough for me to found pretenfions On my long standing, place and large dimenfions; But be it known, that if I please,

I can bring better claims than thefe. And firft my privileges. When the head, Fatigu'd with thinking or with raking, Lies on the pillow, pale and dead,

Ready to fplit with aching;

When the heart flutters, and with direful rumble
The cholick'd bowels grumble;

When limbs are on the rack,

And grinding pains run thro' the long back;
I loll upon the breast,

In ease and rest,

With nought to do, but put my juices.

To all their proper

ufes :

And thus I fatten, grow and thrive,

While they, poor fouls! fcarce keep themselves alive.
Now for my fervices. I need not tell ye,

How once the Members quarrell'd with the belly;
And still the refty rafcals, led

By the rebellious head,

Are

prone to riot.

'Tis then my talk to keep them quiet,
By draining off fuperfluous humours,
Suppreffing ferments and plethoric tumours,
And by the wholefome fyftem of ftarvation,
Maintaining peace and due fubordination:
And thus I keep the balance even,
And fit the body-politic for heaven.
Thefe things confider'd, reafon must agree,
That place and preference are due to me;

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Yet,