I am shamefully and disgracefully beaten. The Devil and his Cronies reigns Supreme in this abode of Corruption and Bigotry; this county of damn'd souls and potwallopers who would at a wink sell their birth-right for a mess of Tory pottage. They, to the worthless portion of the Dis senters, may think to gain a triumph by this bedaubing me wi h the filth, but they are woefully mistaken. I'll take the road to which the post points, it is the only purger for the Devil and his work.

CJG

Lord Jack Russel's retreat from South Devon.

Oh! Addy, now dont ye; you are too violent with that jumping handspike. Now do give me my buckskin breeches; consider my situation, this here sow-wester is any thing but a joke; you are always sending me up to look out for *Squalls*, let it hail, rain, or sunshine; and making me the laughing stock of the whole company. Well, I see nothing a head but that Swab of a *Radical* skimmer in her usual trim, hovering about us like a shark, round a sick vessel, ready to splinter us at the first fair chance. Now do let's come down and put on my small'uns. Oh!

De dival a puckshin preech you
shall put on, you old Shawbber,
nor com down aither, till ve are
out of the gompany of dis rascail
Vhig convoy vot you have called
apout us tro fear of de Radical.
I shall now make you do pen-
nance, you old Traitor, for dat;
our Tory ship vas quite shtrong
enough before, midout your
shneaking Vhig gompanions.

The Female Sailor.