the part of the assailant, doubled his fist, and threatened to put the
plaintiff's nob into chancery if he disturbed the peace of the meeting.
Various other imaginary evils beset him. He thought he had robbed a
mail-coach in company with Pepper; that Tomlinson informed against him,
and that Gentleman George ordered him to be hanged; in short, he laboured
under a temporary delirium, occasioned by a sudden reverse of fortune,--
from water to brandy; and the last thing of which he retained any
recollection, before he sank under the table, in company with Long Ned,
Scarlet Jem, and Old Bags, was the bearing his part in the burden of what
appeared to him a chorus of last dying speeches and confessions, but what
in reality was a song made in honour of Gentleman George, and sung by his
grateful guests as a finale of the festivities. It ran thus:--

THE ROBBER'S GRAND TOAST.

A tumbler of blue ruin, fill, fill for me!
Red tape those as likes it may drain;
But whatever the lush, it a bumper must be,
If we ne'er drinks a bumper again!
Now--now in the crib, where a ruffler may lie,
Without fear that the traps should distress him,
With a drop in the mouth, and a drop in the eye,
Here's to Gentleman George,--God bless him!
God bless him, God bless him!
Here's to Gentleman George,--God bless him!

'Mong the pals of the prince I have heard it's the go,
Before they have tippled enough,
To smarten their punch with the best curagoa,
More conish to render the stuff.