OR WALTONIAN CHRONICLE. 121 



And he that ne'er his patience lost 

 A perfect Job by nature. 



Then thro' this life let's watch and hope 



With patient perseverance, 



Thus may we with misfortune cope. 



And angle many a year hence. 



2. 



You get an order from a friend, 

 From his friend's friend he brought it, 

 With merry heart your steps yon bend, 

 You are half way ere you thought it. 

 With wond'rous expectation big, 

 You pace tho' fast, made faster, 

 Till you find your letter not worth a fig, 

 For the place has another master. 



Then through, &c. 



3. 



You fish a many miles from home, 

 And have ill luck attend you, 

 Till tired at night you think of some 

 Conveyance to befriend you ; 

 You wearily the road approach, 

 Your spirits are departing, 

 When just as you can see the coach 

 You find it full and starting. 



Then through &c. 

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