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Dear Mr. Devil, spare me now,
And mind but what I tell,
And I to-morrow by break of day,
Will wed poor Nell.

Well look you do the Devil cry'd,
Or mind what I say to thee;
Do you see that little Devil,
That sits on yonder tree:
If ever you do break your vow,
As sure as hell is hell,

That little Devil shall fetch you,

If you slight poor Nell.

The lawyer he went trembling home,

In a most dreadful fright, And early in the morning,

As soon as it was light,

With trembling joints and staring eyes,
With looks both wan and pale,
He came to her, with humble voice,

Good-morrow, dear Nell.

With kisses and embraces,

She granted her consent;

And having got a licence,

Unto the church they went ; Where he made her his lawful wife,

As for a truth I tell,

And now they live a happy life,

Sing, O brave Nell!

She never told to friend or foe,

The trick which she had play'd,

Until some months after,

When she was brought to-bed.

She told it at a gossiping,

Which pleased the wenches well, He was glad, and laugh'd and said 'Twas well done, Nell.

ON

KING GEORGE THE IInd's LANDING

AT LOWESToft,

On his Return from Hanover, the 14th of January,

1736-7.

His Majesty had been a considerable time on his voyage from Helveotsluys to England, occasioned by stormy and contrary winds, and had been also exposed to the most imminent danger. When the royal barge approached the shore, a body of sailors belonging to Lowestoft, uniformly dressed in seamen's jackets, rejoicing that their King, after having escaped the perils of the ocean, was honouring their native town with a visit, waded into the sea, and, meeting the barge, took it on their shoulders with the King, the Countess of Yarmouth, and all the attendant nobility in it, and carried it to the beach, without suffering it to strike the ground. His Majesty was met at the sea shore by John Jex, esq. of that town, with his carriage, who conducted him to his house: Mr. Jex having the very high honour of being coachman. This mighty monarch landed about twelve at noon, and about two hours after set off for London. Between six and seven o'clock in the evening, Mr. Carrington, one of the King's messengers, arrived at the Post Office in Ipswich, with the agreeable news that his Majesty would be there that night; on which the Bailiffs, Portmen, &c. assembled in their formalities to receive him, at St.

Margaret's gate. The whole town was immediately illuminated; and Christ Church, the house of Thomas Fonnereau, esq. in particular, made a most splendid appearance. His Majesty did not arrive till a little after eleven, when the crowd was so great at the gate, that the Magistrates could not pay their duty to him there; but repaired to the White Horse and attended him as he came out of his chaise. He immediately went up stairs into the great dining-room, whither they were soon admitted, with several of the Clergy of the town, and had all the honour to kiss his hand. Mr. Bailiff Sparrowe, finding his Majesty was very much fatigued, addressed him in a short, but very handsome speech, selling forth the joy the corporation felt in paying their duty to him, after the many anxious thoughts they had had on account of the great danger that he had experienced. The King came in the same chaise from Lowestoft to Saxmundham, where he was accommodated with a set of Lord Strafford's horses, which brought him hither. The messenger, who was gone forward, left orders for a coach and chaise with four horses each to be hired here, and as many dragoons as could be got together to attend him. His Majesty entered the chaise a little before twelve, and passed through the town, attended with the joyful acclamations of a numerous crowd of people, and was pleased to take notice of the ladies, who shook their handkerchiefs at the windows in the market place, by waving his hat. By the time that he reached Copdock, it was so dark that lights were deemed necessary. The harbinger, or officer, that went before, enquired of the landlady of the inn, if she had any flambeaux, or could procure any? Being answered in the negative, he asked her if she had any LINKS? Aye, that I have, said she, and some as good as his Majesty, God bless him! ever eat in all his life. And immediately produced some fine sausages! He stopped at honest Isaac Spencer's, at the Swan in Stratford, where he laid himself down upon a bed for three or four hours; and about six took coach for London. A messenger had been sent before from Woodbridge to Felixton, who ferried over to

Harwich, and ordered the coaches round to Stratford. His Majesty went through Colchester without stopping, and arrived at St. James's Palace about two in the afternoon. This mode of travelling forms a striking contrast to the present rapidity of Royal conveyance!

GREAT George, in safety, is return'd again
From all the dangers of the raging main!
Blest be the day, be none distinguish'd more,
Than that, which brought him to the Low'stoft shore.
Methinks I see the glad expecting crowd,
Which on the sandy beach rejoicing stood.
Twice twenty sailors clad in decent white
Survey the distant pinnace with delight,
And e'er the royal barge can reach the land,
Plunge in the waves, and bear it to the strand;
The joyful multitude, with loud acclaim,

Surround the King, and shout his much lov'd name :
The much lov'd name from glad❜ning hills rebounds,
The hollow deep re-echoes with the sounds.
Oh! let th' united nation grateful meet,

And strive who best their welcome Lord shall greet;
Tune ev'ry instrument of joy, and sing

How bounteous heaven preserv'd their gracious King. When storms and waves their mutual horrors join'd, When winds and seas their strongest force combin❜d, Bright ministering angels then were there,

George and Great Britain were their guardian care;
O'er him their sacred wings extended wide,

Check'd the rude winds, and stem'd the swelling tide.
May these mean lays some happy bard inspire,
Whose raptur'd bosom glows with patriot fire;
And be their theme by him more nobly drest,—
A monarch sav'd, and three great nations blest.

A

True and Tragical Ballad,

CONCERNING

JOHN AND ELIZABETH SMITH,

OF COOKLEY, NEAR HALESWORTH.

John and Elizabeth Smith were tried and convicted at the Assizes holden at Bury, March the 21, 1812, for the wilful murder of Mary Ann Smith, an infant aged eight years, the daughter of the said John Smith by a former wife, in consequence of a series of starvation and cruelly, at Cookley in this county.

They were both executed at Ipswich, on Monday the 23d, in the presence of an immense concourse of spectators, confessing their guilt, and acknowledging it to have been their intention to have destroyed their other children. John Smith was thirty-nine, and his wife twenty-seven years of age; and they had been married only four months. They both appeared perfectly penitent, and were launched into eternity, a dreadful example of the depravity of human nature. The Trial at large was published in 8vo. by Gedge and Barker and likewise "A Sermon preached at "the dying request of John Smith, by J. Dennant,"

8vo.

O all ye tender people, attend awhile to me, While I relate a story of monstrous cruelty; 'Tis of two harden'd wretches, at Suffolk 'sizes tried, Who for a barbarous murder at Ipswich lately died.

John Smith, th' unhappy father of motherless children three,

Took a most cruel woman their mother-in-law to be;
And was so over-ruled by this inhuman bride,
As to conspire with her to starve them till they died:

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