Peter.--There now, Zedekiah, is it not an unfortunate day

Peter.—There now, Zedekiah, is it not an unfortunate day? I’ve lost all my favourites—I’ve nothing left at all, And my garden is spoiled, and I’ve had such a dreadful fall! I wish I had been up this morning as early as the sun, And then I should have gone to Canonley, nor have had all this mischief done! I’m sure its quite enough to make me cry for a year— Let’s go into the house, Zedekiah; what’s the use of sitting here?