Synopsis

MY NIGHT-GOWN AND SLIPPERS Three men sit on wooden chairs before a fireplace. Tom, Dick, and Will, were little known to Fame;— No matter;— But to the Ale-house, oftentimes, they came, To chatter. It was the custom of these three To sit up late; And, o’er the embers of the Ale-house fire, When steadier customers retire, The choice Triumviri, d’ye see, Held a debate. Held a debate?—On politicks, no doubt. Not so;—they care’d not who was in, No, not a pin;— Nor who was out. All their