Welsh Journals

Leviora. 499 And one was present (by no means an ass), Fresh from Bone Clarke's, with Okes as demonstrator: He undertook the office of narrator, Telling us which of the two bones was broken By signs infallible ; and, " mair by token," To publish all the knowledge he had got, With equal care he shewed us which was not! This was too much ; watching an opportunity, For setting three or four at unity, Host knocked their heads together, cried hurray ! Waving his cap, and ran right slick away ! Nor stopped, till Magd'len's hospitable gate, Received him, all the sequel to relate; And " the two scamps," with highest satisfaction, Reaped the reward of doing a good action / Return we to the sold: they waved no caps ; You see, they had none ; or they might, perhaps, (Presence of mind permitting)—caps ! no, they Were, where their gowns were, under lock and key. The wearers, therefore, had to go without 'em, In fear of Proctors, looking well about 'em. Some stayed till dark, and spent the interim, In bursting in the door, to punish him. The furniture's soon scattered all about, The chair and sofa covers inside out ; The " high desk" shortly stands upon its head ; Fender and fire irons all put to bed ; The night-clothes cramm'd into the pitcher, surely ; The chest of drawers all emptied out, securely ; But, worst of all, the candles of his friend, Stuffed in the fire, a blaze ad astra send ! " Sad work I" you'll say ; yet, when our host returned, Except a smell—that something had been burned—