Like coining gold appear'd the plan, when new,
But soon they found their _Mint_ was turn'd to _Rue_.
Short days.
Send prosers to pot,
Who are dry and statistical,
And rather drink egg-hot,
Than be eg-ot-istical.
Tom's journey ended, begins his spree;
Slap into the Bull and Mouth drives he.
[Illustration:
Ringing a peal and Ringing a belle
]