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Story! God bless you! I have none to tell, sir,

Only last night, a-drinking at the Chequers,

The Knife-grinder.

This poor old hat and breeches, as you see, were
Torn in a scuffle.

"Constables came up for to take me into Custody; they took me before the justice; Justice Oldmixon put me in the parish

Stocks for a vagrant.

"I should be glad to drink your Honour's health in

A pot of beer, if you will give me sixpence ;

But for my part, I never love to meddle

With politics, sir."

FRIEND OF HUMANITY.

"I give thee sixpence! I will see thee damn'd firstWretch whom no sense of wrongs can rouse to vengeance Sordid, unfeeling, reprobate, degraded,

Spiritless outcast!”

[Kicks the Knife-grinder, overturns his whee!, and exit in a transport of Republican enthusiasm and universal philanthropy.]

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HENE'ER with haggard eyes I view
This dungeon that I'm rotting in,
I think of those companions true

Who studied with me at the U

-niversity of Gottingen,

-niversity of Gottingen.

[Weeps, and pulls out a blue kerchief, with which he wipes his eyes; gazing tenderly at it, he proceeds

Sweet kerchief, check'd with heavenly blue,

Which once my love sat knotting in!

Alas! Matilda then was true!

Al least I thought so at the U

-niversity of Gottingen

-niversity of Gottingen.

[At the repetition of this line ROGERO clanks his chains in

cudence.

The University of Gottingen.

Barbs! Barbs! alas! how swift you flew
Her neat post- waggon trotting in!
Ye bore Matilda from my view;

Forlorn I languish'd at the U—
-niversity of Gottingen-
-niversity of Gottingen.

This faded form! this pallid hue!
This blood my veins is clotting in,
My years are many-they were few
When first I enter'd at the U-

-niversity of Gottingen
-niversity of Gottingen.

There first for thee my passion grew, Sweet! sweet Matilda Pottingen! Thou wast the daughter of my tu-tor, law professor at the U- -niversity of Gottingen--niversity of Gottingen.

Sun, moon, and thou vain world, adieu,
That kings and priests are plotting in:
Here doom'd to starve on water gru-
-el, never shall I see the U-

--niversity of Gottingen-

-niversity of Gottingen.

[During the last stanza ROGERO dashes his head repeatedly against the walls of his prison; and, finally, so hard as to produce a visible contusion; he then throws himself on the floor in an agony. The curtain drops; the music still continuing to play till it is wholly fallen.

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B

EN BLOCK was a vet'ran of naval renown,

And renown was his only reward;

For The Board still neglected his merits to crown,
As no int'rest he held with my lord.

Yet brave as old Benbow was sturdy Old Ben,

And he'd laugh at the cannon's loud roar:

When the death-dealing broadside made worm's meat of men, And the scuppers were streaming with gore.

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