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It is a song of Halbert's, is it not? He was a social jolly-hearted mate, And had a knack of making ready rhymes.

I knew him well: what has become of him?

Fill up your glass, and let the flask go round.

What has become of Halbert, dost thou know?

This wine is richly flavour'd, is it not?

It is.—But Halbert; know ye aught of him?

The devil take thy question, asking spirit! For when thou get'st a notion by the skirt, Thou, like an English bull-dog, keep'st thy hold, And wilt not let it go.— He shot himself in prison some months since: Now, there's thine answer for thee; art thou satisfied? He will be with us ere I've pav'd his way.