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Monsieur. Tonson. A Tale.
MONSIEUR . TONSON . A TALE .
WRITTEN BY MR . TAYLOR . ¦ SPOKEN * BY MR . FAWCETT . THERE liv'd , as Fame reports , in days of yore , At least some fifty years ago , or more , A pleasant wighfon town , yclep'd TOM KING , A fellow that was clever at a joke
, Expert in all the arts to teaze and smoke , In short , for strokes of humour , quite the thing . To many a jovial Club this KING was known , With whom his active wit mirivall'cl shone—Choice Spirit , grave Freemason , Buck , and BlootS , Would crowd his Stories and Bon Mots to hear , And none a disappointment e ' ercould fear ,
His humour fiow'd in such a copious flood . To him a frolic was a high delight—A frolic he would hunt for day and night , Careless how Prudence on the sport might frown - If e ' er a pleasant mischief sprang to view , At once o ' er hedge and ditch away he flew , Nor left the game 'till he had run it down . One night our-Hero , rambling with a friend , Near fam'd St . Giles ' s chanc'd his course to bend , Just by that spot the Seven Dials
bight;s Twas silence all around , and clear the coast , The watch , as usual , dozing on his post , And scarce a lamp display'd a twinkling light . Around this place there liv'd the num ' rous clans Of honest / plodding , Foreign Artizans , Known at-that time by name of Refugees' % he rod of Persecution from their home Cbmpell'd the inoffensive race to roam
, And here they lighted , like a swarm of Bees . Well ! our two friends were saunt ring through the street ,, In hopes some food for humour soon to meet , When , in a window near , a light they view ; And though a dim and melancholy ray , It seem'd thc prologue to some merry play , So tow ' rds the gloomy dome our Hero drew .
Strait at the door he gave a tliund ' ring knock , ( The time we may suppose near two o ' clock ) " I'll ask , " says KING , " if T HOMPSON lodges here *'—* " T HOMPSON , " cries t'other , " who the devil's he 1 " " I know not , " -KING replies , " but want to see " What kind of animal will , now appear . "
After some time a little I < renchman came , One hand display'd a rush-light ' s trembling flame , The other held the thing they call adotle ; An oldstrip'd woollen night-cap grac'd . his head , A tatter'd waistcoat o ' er one shoulder spread , Scarce half awake , he heav'd a yawning note . Though thus untimely rous'd , he courteous smil'd , And soon address'd our Wag in accents mild
, Bending his head politely to his knee" Pray , Sare , vatvaiit you , dat you come so late ? " 1 beg your pardon , Sare , to make you vait ; < ¦ ' Pray , teilnne , Sum , vatyeur commands vie ! me , ? " ' .
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Monsieur. Tonson. A Tale.
MONSIEUR . TONSON . A TALE .
WRITTEN BY MR . TAYLOR . ¦ SPOKEN * BY MR . FAWCETT . THERE liv'd , as Fame reports , in days of yore , At least some fifty years ago , or more , A pleasant wighfon town , yclep'd TOM KING , A fellow that was clever at a joke
, Expert in all the arts to teaze and smoke , In short , for strokes of humour , quite the thing . To many a jovial Club this KING was known , With whom his active wit mirivall'cl shone—Choice Spirit , grave Freemason , Buck , and BlootS , Would crowd his Stories and Bon Mots to hear , And none a disappointment e ' ercould fear ,
His humour fiow'd in such a copious flood . To him a frolic was a high delight—A frolic he would hunt for day and night , Careless how Prudence on the sport might frown - If e ' er a pleasant mischief sprang to view , At once o ' er hedge and ditch away he flew , Nor left the game 'till he had run it down . One night our-Hero , rambling with a friend , Near fam'd St . Giles ' s chanc'd his course to bend , Just by that spot the Seven Dials
bight;s Twas silence all around , and clear the coast , The watch , as usual , dozing on his post , And scarce a lamp display'd a twinkling light . Around this place there liv'd the num ' rous clans Of honest / plodding , Foreign Artizans , Known at-that time by name of Refugees' % he rod of Persecution from their home Cbmpell'd the inoffensive race to roam
, And here they lighted , like a swarm of Bees . Well ! our two friends were saunt ring through the street ,, In hopes some food for humour soon to meet , When , in a window near , a light they view ; And though a dim and melancholy ray , It seem'd thc prologue to some merry play , So tow ' rds the gloomy dome our Hero drew .
Strait at the door he gave a tliund ' ring knock , ( The time we may suppose near two o ' clock ) " I'll ask , " says KING , " if T HOMPSON lodges here *'—* " T HOMPSON , " cries t'other , " who the devil's he 1 " " I know not , " -KING replies , " but want to see " What kind of animal will , now appear . "
After some time a little I < renchman came , One hand display'd a rush-light ' s trembling flame , The other held the thing they call adotle ; An oldstrip'd woollen night-cap grac'd . his head , A tatter'd waistcoat o ' er one shoulder spread , Scarce half awake , he heav'd a yawning note . Though thus untimely rous'd , he courteous smil'd , And soon address'd our Wag in accents mild
, Bending his head politely to his knee" Pray , Sare , vatvaiit you , dat you come so late ? " 1 beg your pardon , Sare , to make you vait ; < ¦ ' Pray , teilnne , Sum , vatyeur commands vie ! me , ? " ' .