The Watchman's Address. To his Worthy Masters and Mistresses, For Christmas, 1825.Masters, awhile let patience reign, And listen to my simple strain; For once a year, though loath to do it, Custom compels me to turn poet, And tell to all my friends and neighbours My hardships and my nightly labours...Through Eighteen hundred twenty-four You found me punctual as before; And now we on the bounds arrive Of Eighteen hundred twenty-five, I know you’ll kindly say of me, "He’s filled his office worthily".
Letterpress, very rare. 274 x 215mm (10¾ x 8½"). Creasing and paper toning.
A poem of gratitude from a night-watchman written for the people of the town (possibly Oxford, where it was printed), in 1825.
[Ref: 29017] £180.00