Think of a fellow like that putting down two hundred pounds to relieve a distressed fellow- creature; why, he would rob, but for the law and the fear it fills him with, a workhouse child of its breakfast, as the saying is--and has been heard to say that he would not trust his own father for sixpence, and he can't imagine why such a thing as credit should be ever given.

I never heard a person give him a good word--stay, stay, yes! I once heard an old parson, to whom I sold a Punch, say that he had the art of receiving company gracefully, and dismissing them without refreshment.

I don't wish to be too hard with him, and so let him make the most of that compliment.

Well, he manages to get on, whilst Jack is hanged; not quite enviably, however; he has had his rubs, and pretty hard ones--everybody knows he slunk from Waterloo, and occasionally checks him with so doing; whilst he has been rejected by a woman--what a mortification to the low pride of which the scoundrel has plenty! There's a song about both circumstances, which may, perhaps, ring in his ears on a dying bed.

It's a funny kind of song, set to the old tune of the Lord-Lieutenant or Deputy, and with it I will conclude my discourse, for I really think it's past one." The jockey then, with a very tolerable voice, sung the following song:-- THE JOCKEY'S SONG.
Now list to a ditty both funny and true!-- Merrily moves the dance along-- A ditty that tells of a coward and screw, My Lord-Lieutenant so free and young.
Sir Plume, though not liking a bullet at all,-- Merrily moves the dance along-- Had yet resolution to go to a _ball_, My Lord-Lieutenant so free and young.
"Woulez wous danser, mademoiselle ?"-- Merrily moves the dance along;-- Said she, "Sir, to dance I should like very well," My Lord-Lieutenant so free and young.
They danc'd to the left, and they danc'd to the right,-- Merrily moves the dance along;-- And her troth the fair damsel bestow'd on the knight, My Lord-Lieutenant so free and young.
"Now what shall I fetch you, mademoiselle ?"-- Merrily moves the dance along;-- Said she, "Sir, an ice I should like very well," My Lord-Lieutenant so free and young.
But the ice, when he'd got it, he instantly ate,-- Merrily moves the dance along;-- Although his poor partner was all in a fret, My Lord-Lieutenant so free and young.
He ate up the ice like a prudent young lord,-- Merrily moves the dance along;-- For he saw 'twas the very last ice on the board, My Lord-Lieutenant so free and young.
"Now, when shall we marry ?" the gentleman cried;-- Merrily moves the dance along;-- "Sir, get you to Jordan," the damsel replied, My Lord-Lieutenant so free and young.
"I never will wed with the pitiful elf"-- Merrily moves the dance along-- "Who ate up the ice which I wanted myself," My Lord-Lieutenant so free and young.
"I'd pardon your backing from red Waterloo,"-- Merrily moves the dance along-- "But I never will wed with a coward and screw," My Lord-Lieutenant so free and young,.