XXIV.

But of her bloated visage gained a sight,

And seen the urchin near with vicious grin,
Who hugged a bottle,-changed his thoughts were quite;
Despised the reckless votary of gin.

No more her wants and sorrows touch his heart,
And with ten pounds, he hastens to depart.

XXV.

Now off to Margate o'er the watery way,
Our hero bounds as swift as any deer,
And after little more than half a day,
Arrives " per steam," upon the penny pier.
And there begins himself at home to feel,
With people who go out to look genteel.

XXVI.

His fondly-cherish'd hopes were soon no more:
Relations all except a very few,

Find a poor kinsman is a perfect bore,

And if not black, they presently look blue. Tom's relatives, his worthy sire offended, Hinted that their connexion must be ended.

XXVII.

"Tis true, Tom did not take the proper way

To make himself an object of research; Seen donkey riding on collection day,

It

Just as his pious cousin left the church;

gave that worthy man a shock so great,

He absolutely saw no begging plate.

XXVIII.

'Twas sad, but often those who seek the Lord,
Turning from all their wickedness to live,
Leave church so much affected by the word,
That they in charity but little give;

And so Tom's cousin, there are grounds to fear,
Very particular might not appear.

XXIX.

Dissenters in collections best succeed,

They rouse the conscience and contrive to shock it,

And he who saves a shilling for his need,

Is told the Devil keeps it in his pocket.

What noble buildings from this holy skill,
Grace Hoxton, Paddington, and Pentonville.

R.Dagy del.et saup.

3

TAKING LITTLE

Brief

Home Hd Pond Strettand & WB. Whittaker Ave Marulane.

XXX.

A very little incident sometimes

Suffices to confirm a prepossession,

Of this the world-before it gain'd my rhymes,

Had managed somehow to obtain confession; Takeall, 'twas thought, one morning's church neglected, Proved all, or more than all, before suspected.

XXXI.

Shunn'd by relations-Tom turn'd portrait-painter.
'Twas once his sport, and many who know less
Of painting, and who likenesses make fainter
Than those he could produce, with great success
Have managed to impose a tax on faces,
At all the well-attended watering-places.

XXXII.

Tom quickly circulated every-where,

That likenesses, a score as well as one done,

Would be supplied so long as he was there,
By Mr. Takeall, painter, and from London.

But, luckless still, his notice made no stir,

And only gain'd for him one customer.