[Picture: The Twopenny-post Boy]
This is a most welcome lad to many a tradesman, when he brings good
orders, with a Banknote, or bill to be regularly paid: also to every
parent, child, or friend, who wishes to hear of the welfare of parties
that live at a distance.
Quoth I to the Postman, good master, your nag,
By this time is tired by the weight of your bag;
You’ve set off from your office, and rode without stopping,
Till your poor panting steed is in danger of dropping.
Now, said he, if these letters were weigh’d by their sense,
’Twere a chance if they rose o’er a couple of pence;
And if that could be managed, my beast would not mind,
If I carried them with me, or left them behind.