fourth lines, which not only enables the singer to take breath at those

points, but greatly assists the metre.

ROMANCE

Bold Turpin vunce, on Hounslow Heath, His bold mare Bess bestrode-

er; Ven there he see'd the Bishop's coach A-coming along the road-er.

So he gallops close to the 'orse's legs, And he claps his head vithin;

And the Bishop says, 'Sure as eggs is eggs, This here's the bold

Turpin!'

CHORUS

And the Bishop says, 'Sure as eggs is eggs, This here's the bold

Turpin!'

Says Turpin, 'You shall eat your words, With a sarse of leaden bul-let;'

So he puts a pistol to his mouth, And he fires it down his gul-let. The

coachman he not likin' the job, Set off at full gal-lop, But Dick put a

couple of balls in his nob, And perwailed on him to stop.

CHORUS (sarcastically)

But Dick put a couple of balls in his nob, And perwailed on him to

stop.

I maintain that that 'ere song's personal to the cloth,' said the

mottled-faced gentleman, interrupting it at this point. 'I demand the

name o' that coachman.'

Nobody know'd,' replied Sam. 'He hadn't got his card in his pocket.'

I object to the introduction o' politics,' said the mottled- faced

gentleman. 'I submit that, in the present company, that 'ere song's

political; and, wot's much the same, that it ain't true. I say that that

coachman did not run away; but that he died game - game as

pheasants; and I won't hear nothin' said to the contrairey.'

As the mottled-faced gentleman spoke with great energy and

determination, and as the opinions of the company seemed divided on

the subject, it threatened to give rise to fresh altercation, when Mr

Weller and Mr Pell most opportunely arrived.

All right, Sammy,' said Mr Weller.

The Pickwick Papers