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 "I've laid in food, Dear, And broached the spiced and brewed, Dear; And if our July hope should antedate, Let the char-wench mount and gallop by the halterpath and wood, Dear, And fetch assistance straight.

"As for Buonaparte, forget him; He's not like to land! But let him, Those strike with aim who strike for wives and sons! And the war-boats built to float him; 'twere but wanted to upset him A slat from Nelson's guns!

"But, to assure thee, And of creeping fears to cure thee, If he should be rumored anchoring in the Road, Drive with the nurse to Kingsbere; and let nothing thence allure thee Till we've him safe-bestowed.