Extract: CHAPTER I. My friends,"-continued Mr. Bosky, after an approving smack of the lips, and "Thanks, my kind mistress many happy returns of St. Bartlemy " had testified the ballad-singer's hearty relish and gratitude for the refreshing draught over which he had just suspended his well-seasoned nose, *-"never may the mouths be stopped- * "Thom: Brewer, my Mus: Servant, through his proneness to good fellowshippe, having attained to a very rich and rubicund nose, being reproved by a friend for his too frequent use of strong drinkes and sacke, as very pernicious to that distemper and inflammation in his nose. 'Nay, faith, ' says he, 'if it will not endure sacke, it is no nose for me.'"-L' Estrange, No. 578. Mr. Jenkins. -(except with a cup of good liquor) of these musical itinerants, from whose doggrel a curious history of men and manners might be gleaned, to humour the anti-social disciples of those pious publicans who substituted their nasal twang for the solemn harmony of cathedral music; who altered St. Peter's phrase, 'the Bishop of your souls, ' into 'the Elder ( ) of your souls;' for 'thy kingdom come, ' brayed 'thy Commonwealth come ' and smuggled the water into their rum-puncheons, which they called wrestling with the spirit, and making the enemy weaker 'Show me the popular ballads of the time, and I will show you the temper and taste of the people.' *"