Woodward Dal.

Stowarzisen Teufel.

THE JOCKEY'S PRAYER!!

O mighty NIMROD! to thee I pray for a helpmate, send me a wife, I befeech thee, such as will fuit a lover of the *turf* and *chace*, and as I am to be *faddled* to her for life, let her be *gentle* in her nature, have a good *fore-hand*, and go well upon her *paflerns*. Although I should wifh her *pretty*, and a *filly well-bred*, yet let not, I befeech thee, her beauties prove as *blinkers* to my understanding, nor her extravagance *gallop* me to deftruction. I am not easily *spurred* to passion; but should she endeavour to get the *whip-hand*, I might probable be led to *jostle* and *crofs*, which might ultimately end in a *kick-up*!

Let her not, I pray thee, be tainted with the *glanders* of pride, so that when I attempt to *curb* her in folly, she may not *tofs her head* and *bridle* at my infructions, left I should be led to put on the *martingale* of refraint, and force her to *chew the bit* of reflection.

Should it pleafe thee to send me a good *bargain* in my matrimonial road, I am willing we should both hold the reins occasionally, and *jog* quietly on together, and by that means avoid the *rack* of repentance. Could I meet with fuch an *article*, that has never been *broke*, not too large in the *girth*, and one that would come easily to *collar*, honest JACK JOSTLE would instantly *prance* with her to the *circus* of HYMEN, fign and feal with a *fmack*, and *run* with her the generous *race* of mutual affection.

SPRAGG, PRINTER, 27, BOW-STREET, COVENT-GARDEN.