SONG, OCCASIONED BY A FLY DRINKING OUT OF A CUP OF ALE. Busy, curious, thirsty fly, Drink with me, and drink as I; Both alike are, mine and thine, Will ROBERT LLOYD. ROBERT LLOYD was born in London in 1733. He was the son of one of the under-masters of Westminster School. He went to Cambridge, where he became distinguished for his talents and notorious for his dissipation. He became an usher under his father, but soon tired of the drudgery, and commenced professional author. He published a poem called 'The Actor,' which attracted attention, and was the precursor of 'The Rosciad.' He wrote for periodicals, produced some theatrical pieces of no great merit, and edited the St James' Magazine. This failed, and Lloyd, involved in pecuniary distresses, was cast into the Fleet. Here he was deserted by all his boon companions except Churchill, to whose sister he was attached, and who allowed him a guinea a-week and a servant, besides promoting a subscription for his benefit. When the news of Churchill's death arrived, Lloyd was seated at dinner; he became instantly sick, cried out 'Poor Charles! I shall follow him soon,' and died in a few weeks. Churchill's sister, a woman of excellent abilities, waited on Lloyd during his illness, and died soon after him of a broken heart. This was in 1764. Lloyd was a minor Churchill. He had not his brawny force, but he had more than his liveliness of wit, and was a much better-conditioned man, and more temperate in his satire. Cowper knew, loved, admired, and in some of his verses imitated, Robert Lloyd. THE MISERIES OF A POET'S LIFE. The harlot Muse, so passing gay, Though for a while with easy air Too careless of the means to live; Where men are ruined more than made! HENRY CAREY. OF Carey, the author of the popular song, 'Sally in our Alley,' we know only that he was a professional musician, composing the air as well as the words of 'Sally,' and that in 1763 he died by his own hands. SALLY IN OUR ALLEY. 1 Of all the girls that are so smart, She is the darling of my heart, And she lives in our alley. There is no lady in the land my heart, And she lives in our alley. 2 Her father he makes cabbage-nets, And through the streets does cry 'em; To such as please to buy 'em: So sweet a girl as Sally! She is the darling of my heart, And she lives in our alley. 3 When she is by, I leave my work, 4 Of all the days that's in the week, And that's the day that comes betwixt For then I'm dressed all in my best, 5 My master carries me to church, Because I leave him in the lurch, I leave the church in sermon time, 6 When Christmas comes about again, VOL. III. I'll hoard it up, and box it all, I would it were ten thousand pounds, She is the darling of my heart, 7 My master, and the neighbours all, And, but for her, I'd better be A slave, and row a galley: But when my seven long years are out, O then we'll wed, and then we'll bed, DAVID MALLETT. DAVID MALLETT was the son of a small innkeeper in Crieff, Perthshire, where he was born in the year 1700. Crieff, as many of our readers know, is situated on the western side of a hill, and commands a most varied and beautiful prospect, including Drummond Castle, with its solemn shadowy woods, and the Ochils, on the south,-Ochtertyre, one of the loveliest spots in Scotland, and the gorge of Glenturrett, on the north,—and the bold dark hills which surround the romantic village of Comrie, on the west. Crieff is now a place of considerable note, and forms a centre of summer attraction to multitudes; but at the commencement of the eighteenth century it must have been a miserable hamlet. Malloch was originally the name of the poet, and the name is still common in that part of Perthshire. David attended the college of Aberdeen, and became, afterwards, an unsalaried tutor in the family of Mr Home of Dreghorn, near Edinburgh. We find him next in the Duke of Montrose's family, with a salary of £30 per annum. In 1723, he accompanied his pupils to London, and changed his name to Mallett, as more euphonious. Next year, he produced his pretty ballad of 'William and Margaret,' and published it in Aaron Hill's 'Plain Dealer.' This served as an introduction to the literary society of the metropolis, including such names as Young and Pope. In 1733, he disgraced himself by a satire on the greatest man then living, the venerable Richard Bentley. Mallett was one of those mean creatures who always worship a rising, and turn their |