Thus Tom spoke his friends ere he gave up his breath 

 Since I see you've resolved to be in at the death, 

 One favor bestow — 'tis the last 1 shall crave — 

 Give a rattling view-halloa over my grave ; 

 And unless at that warning I lift up my head. 

 My boys, you may fairly conclude I am dead ! ' 

 Honest Tom was obliged, and the shout rent the sky. 

 For everyone joined in the tally-ho cry." 



FINIS 



De mortius nil nisi bonum. 



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