Pray do not forget the Dean's verses he sent you 't'other day.

They must be set to good music, though for my own part I know not one tune from another." Snatching a sheet of paper from the table Pope, in his thin, piping voice, read with much gusto:-- "Through all the employments of life Each neighbour abuses his brother, Trull and rogue they call husband and wife, All professions be-rogue one another.
"The priest calls the lawyer a cheat, The lawyer be-knaves the divine, And the statesman because he's so great Thinks his trade as honest as mine." "Aye; that should go home.

Faith, I'd give my gold headed cane to see Sir Robert's face when he hears those lines," laughed the cheery physician.

"Who will sing them, Mr.Gay ?" "I know not yet; we've settled upon very few things.

Our good musician, Dr.Pepusch, is ready whenever I hand him the verses and the tunes to set them to.