John Wilson gave me suppers hot, With bards of fame, like Hogg and Packwood; A dose of black-strap then I got, And after a still worse of Blackwood.

We called them Mr. and Mrs. Packwood and Baby Packwood.

We called them Mr. and Mrs. Packwood and Baby Packwood.

Billy and I might never have played together as we did, if my brother-in-law had not taken his wife to San Francisco and left me in the care of Mr. and Mrs. Packwood.

Mr. Packwood carried me into the house, and both he and his wife felt sorry for me.

Mrs. Packwood wet a piece of brown paper, laid it on my forehead, and bade me lie on my bed until I should feel better.

With Mrs. Packwood's permission, Billy and I sped away to join the line.

Fortunately Baby Packwood had grown to be quite a frolicsome child.

OXFORDSHIRE, contested election of 1754, i. 282, n. 3. P. PACKWOOD, Warwickshire, i. 35, n. 1.