OR WALTONIAN CHRONICLE. 63 



Till his winking eyes and ruby snout, 

 Shew'd the liquor was in and the wit was out. 



I will, &c. 



6. 



From his school one day al a guzzling den, 

 Bad news was brought to drunken Ben, 

 The grating saw and hammers clink, 

 Alarm* d him altho' full of drink, 

 He flounder 'd out to know the cause, 

 And a sight beheld that made him pause, 

 For his scholars' school and all was gone, 

 To make room for a bridge of stone. 



I will, &c. 



7. ' 



He raved and roar'd, but all in vain, 

 He ne'er could form a school again, 

 And his little usher, Peter Perch, 

 Set up for himself, and left him in the lurch, 

 He glump'd and sulk'd, but all too late, 

 He saw, but could not brave his fate, 

 So swallow 'd a hook, despair'd and died, 

 Twas piscatorial suicide. 

 I will, &c. 



8. 



The wooden bridge, the Barbel's pride, 

 Is carried away and their holes destroyed, 

 No more the Angler seeks the swim, 

 'Tis gone thro* architectural whim, 



