Recollections.

RICHARD look'd on with wond'rous glee,

And prais'd the Lad who ehanc'd to win;

‘ KATE, wa n't I such a one as he?

‘ As like him, ay, as pin to pin?

‘ Full Fifty years are pass'd away

‘ Since I rode this same ground about:

‘ Lord! I was lively as the day!

‘ I won the High-lows out and out!

‘ I'm surely growing young again:

‘ I feel myself so kedge and plump.

‘ From head to foot I've not one pain;

‘ Nay, hang me if I cou'd‘ nt jump.’

Thus spoke the ALE in RICHARD'S pate,

A very little made him mellow;

But still he lov'd his faithful KATE,

Who whisper'd thus,‘ My good old fellow,