I am grateful to Jerry Warwick, a second cousin, for drawing my attention to the fact that, as well as being a senior employee at the Bank of England, Henry was also a writer of some importance - a point that I had completely missed. Jerry has done considerable research and the material below is based on some documents he produced. Henry wrote pieces, mainly humorous, under his own name and also using the pen-name of Joyce Jocund. His work was published in magazines like Bentley’s Miscellany, edited by Charles Dickens, and Louisa Sheridan’s Comic Offering "Ladies’ melange of literary mirth". He also wrote ballads; plays which were performed in London. He developed a card game - Comic Conversation Cards, a copy of which is held in The British Museum. He even wrote the words for musical pieces which are now archived in America and Australia.

Below are links to some of his writings:

"A Race for a Wife"
"The Minstrel to his Harp"
"The Winds that Waft my Sighs to Thee"
"Why the Wind Blows Round St. Pauls"
"Guy Faux; Or, No Pop-ery"
"A Visit to ‘The Poultry’"
"Dialogue between Two Doors"

The game Comic Conversation Cards was published by Reynolds and Sons. A set of the cards is held by The British Museum where the cards have been pasted into a book, (Museum Number 1982,U.4636.1-36). This is not normally on display but can be seen on request to the Prints and Drawings Department.

The set consists of 18 cards each containing a question in the form of a rhyming couplet. There are also 18 cards containing answers, again rhyming but their length varies from two to six lines.

The wrapper for the cards has the following inscription:

"Shuffle and cut, question as you will,
Yet every answer shall prove fitting still.
Most packs are in full cry when game they’re after,
This Comic Pack now try - whose game is laughter."

Apart from this there are no instructions but it appears that the game consisted of a gentleman selecting a Question card at random and reading it out to a lady of his choice. The lady would then select an Answer card, again at random, and read the reply. The questions and answers are written so that any answer will act as a response to any question.

	Will hours like these, pass fleeting by, Without the tribute of a sigh?		Let me remind thee of thy vow:- Are former days forgotten now?
	Are all my woes but breathed in vain? Say! must I never hope again?		One moment let me pray be heard - May I not speak one little word?
	In vain your sympathy I seek, Unless permitted now to speak!		Oh! teach me how to win, and woo thee, Must I forever thus pursue thee?
	One question only would I ask, Then why impose a silent task?		The tale that thou can’st guess too well - Have I permission now to tell?
	Art thou averse to every prayer? - Has Pity, then ,no dwelling there?		My weight of grief let me unfold - Altho’ so beauteous, - why so cold?
	Can coldness in that bosom dwell? Must I forever bid farewell?		Say! must thy Captive vainly plead - And for thy favor intercede?
	Why mock me with that laughing tone, That once was gay, for me alone?		Too fondly, and too lowly now - I bend before thy haughty brow!
	Is Love forever doomed to roam, Nor find with thee a welcome home??		I’d deem myself forever blest - Might I solicit one request?
	Oh! tell me, may a suppliant true, Request one little word from you?		Can I unmoved that form behold? Hast thou not barter’d Love for Gold?
	Repine not! every lady here Your bachelor habit knows: Yet we will agree, thus questioned to be, And answer if you will “PROPOSE!”		Why whisper your woes, in accents low, Have you any reason to doubt? I cannot afford a word to bestow, Unless in good truth, you “SPEAK OUT!”
	Deem not so well you “play your cards,” None see your speculations; To her who claims your “best regards,” Direct your “OBSERVATIONS!”		Tis useless! persuasion wont influence me, To “honor, to love, and obey!” Contented then be, we should not agree, Love and I cannot bear the “RAIL-WAY!”
	I care not to listen, with truth I can say, No passion my bosom enthralls; But seldom my heart’s to be found in Love’s way And is never “at home” to his CALLS!		No more! but list while I remark, I deem the Parson and the Clerk, Too often woes abettors: And observation makes me think, That Hymen’s torch is but a link That joins the chain, and FETTERS!
	What! think you I’ll run from my father’s door? And to Gretna-green, take wing? No! tho’ you may talk of a chaise and four, I’ll not own “a run-away RING!”		Forbear such complainings, ’tis useless to plead, In vain those revilings you mutter! I can but believe you a false one indeed, Love’s notes are all forged that you UTTER!
	Speak not! But list while I declare, Alike in Love or Marriage, I only prize a noble air, Joined to a noble CARRIAGE!		I care not for your store of ills, Nor fanciful distresses: ’Twere better far to pay your BILLS, Ere paying your “ADDRESSES!”
	Oh! spare your words for mercy’s sake! And hear a plain confession; My heart is much too hard “to take” “A counterfeit IMPRESSION!”		Beware! Oh beware! or I truly shall deem, Your sorrows but pure inventions! Altho’ to despair most devoted you seem, Pray what may be your “INTENTIONS?”
	A strong appeal tho’ you have made, Can you expect Concession? When “Fortune-hunting” is your trade “Love making” your “PROFESSION!”		Remarks you made in ardent tone, And speak with boldness past endurance, The “UNION” I can never own, Nor “POLICY” of such “ASSURANCE!”
	Sir! you are a bachelor, sober and staid, Secure in self approbation! Why then should you question a merry old maid With your “CROSS-Examination!”		Such observations are in vain, You’re too presuming, and - too PLAIN!
	Think not that I can pity one Who proves a senseless elf! That swain can never be “undone,” So wrapt up in HIMSELF!		Why should I heed a heartless scoffer? I’ve nought to add nor you to “OFFER!”