A Babe's
Diverting Dream.

HALF PAST 3, cried old Charly with
his Lanthorn, half-paft 3:

The wind blew loud, the rain fell in
torrents, the household was lock'd in sleep
all, save dame Catly, the nurse, who, musing
on her pillow, cast a figh for the hard lot of
those exposed to the pains and penalties of
such a severe blast.

But, hark! a cry from the next chamber
the very chamber where the Babe repofes!
hark! the found continues! up old nurse
got, into the room she ran, but missing her
foot, she crack'd a crown againft a Milan
bed-poft. By this time old bags and the
doctor were in the room, half-naked. On!
roared out the Babe, what a dream I have
had, my very hair stands stiff.

Come, tell your nurses all about it sweet
chucky, says old bags:

Having drank myself asleep, I thought
myself lying in a ditch almost covered
with Leeches who bit me till I hung like
the devils trumpeter. While I lay hol-
lowing a woman came by and laugh'd to
see me, enraged at this I strove to throw
a leech at her but it bit my finger & made
me grin again. The woman then took
half-a-rcown from her ridicule saying in
a sneering tone, Poor Babe, you have got
into bergamy pond as fast as a rat in a
trap, but try & come out & here's half-a
crown for you. She then left me foaming
with rage, faying, poor babe, you show
your teeth but cannot bite.

Never mind my dear it was but a dream
says the doctor, take a small mug of wine
& tell us the remainder.

After this I was took up and thrust dirt
and all, into a Large green bag, & carried

and knock'd about for a long time. The
bag was then opened, & a peck of Denmy
pills cram'd into my mouth. I was then
taken into a place which had a most hor-
rible smell, it seemed like a necessary, I
thought they were going to put me down
the hole which gave me such a fright that
I cried out like fury, but I awoke, and it
was all a—DREAM:

A NEW SONG;

O Such a dream I had last night,
My hairs are standing stiff with fright,
My eyes, see how they roll about,
Like scallions in a chamber-pot.
Methought a wicked ghost appear'd,
And sez'd my whiskers chin and beard,
And threw me in a dirty ditch,
Where I was bit by many a leech.

Then I began to cry like smoke,
A woman pass'd by and did me joke,
She wav'd her ridicule—and Laugh'd
I could have bit her head quite off.
Then by came Bob-Tail, Rag, and Tag
Who shov'd me into a huge green bag,
All filth and dirt, both in and out,
And stinking like a beggars clout.

Then I sung out with might and main,
O let me out of this bag again,
With many a loud and bitter scream,
Till nurse awoke me from my dream.
Now pray ye bring us Liquor divine,
And let me bury my dream in wine,
Then old mother Hardfoot shall sing me a song
And nurse her dear Baby all the night long.

PRICE ONE PENNY.

Printed by Catoch, 2, Monmouth-Coury.