"Alas! you know the cause too well; The salt is spilt, to me it fell. Then to contribute to my loss, My knife and fork were laid across; On Friday, too! the day I dread; Would I were safe at home, in bed! Last night (I vow to Heaven 'tis true) Bounce from the fire a coffin flew. Next post some fatal news shall tell: God send my Cornish friends be well!"