THE PROPHET GABRIEL 



star was visible, and a soft warm rain was just 

 beginning to fall. 



' Didn't I tell you so ? ' exclaimed Mr. Jorrocks, 

 drawing in his hand, and giving his thigh a hearty 

 slap ; * didn't I tell you so ? ' repeated he, ' I was 

 certain it was agoin' to rain, that Gabriel Junks 

 was never wrong ! Is better than all your wanes, 

 and weathercocks, and Aneroid glasses wot ever 

 were foaled. We '11 drink his 'ealth in a bumper ! ' 

 So saying, Mr. Jorrocks and Pigg replenished 

 their glasses, and drank to * the health of Gabriel 

 Junks.' 



Pigg then would treat his master to a song 

 a song about ard Squier Lambton and his hunds : 

 so, ejecting his quid and filling a bumper, he 

 chaunted the following, our master chiming in, 

 and substituting the name of Jorrocks for that 

 of Lambton in the chorus : 



1 ' Though midnight her dark frowning mantle is spreading, 



Yet time flies unheeded where Bacchus resides ; 

 Fill, fill then your glasses, his power ne'er dreading, 

 And drink to the hounds o'er which Lambton presides. 

 1 Tune ' Weave a Garland.' 



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