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Little John will not take to his book,
ONE day—no matter where or when,
The stake, the same that the old Source of Sin
By luck or roguery of course old Nick
The score was full, the last turn-up had done it—
“It's true for you, I've lost that same,”
Said Pat, a little hazy in his wits—
“My soul is yours—but come—another game— Double, or quits s”
A CHARITY SERMON. 191
A CHARITY SERMON.
“I would have walked many a mile to have communed with you; and, believe me, I will shortly pay thee another visit; but my friends, I fancy, wonder at my stay; so let me have the money immediately. Trulliber then put on a stern look, and cried
out, ‘Thou dost not intend to rob me?' "
“I would have thee know, friend,” addressing bimself to Adams, “I shall not learn my duty from such as thee. I know what charity is, better than to give to vagabonds." JOSEPH ANDREw8.
I'M an extremely charitable man—no collar and long hair,
I once, near Whitehall's very old wall, when ballads danced over the whole of it,
Put a bad five-shilling-piece into a beggar's hat, but the old hat had got a hole in it;
And a little boy caught it in his little hat, and an officer's eye seemed to care for it,
As my bad crown piece went through his bad crown piece, and they took me up to Queen's Square for it.
Oh, Charity, etc.
I let my very old (condemned) old house to a man at a rent that was shockingly low,
So I found a roof for his ten motherless babes—all defunct and fatherless now ;
For the plaguy one-sided party wall fell in, so did the roof. on son and daughter, And twelve jurymen sat on eleven bodies, and brought in a very personal verdict of manslaughter. Oh, Charity, etc.
I picked up a young well-dressed gentleman, who had fallen in a fit in St. Martin's Court,
And charitably offered to see him home—for charity always seemed to be my forte, l
And I’ve had presents for seeing fallen gentlemen home, but this was a very unlucky job —
Do you know, he got my watch, my purse, my handkerchief—for it was one of the swell mob.
Oh, Charity, etc.
Being four miles from town, I stopped a horse that had run away with a man, when it seemed that they must be dashed to pieces,
Though several kind people were following him with all their might—but such following a horse his speed increases; *
I held the horse while he went to recruit his strength; and I meant to ride home, of course;
But the crowd came up and took me up—for it turned out the man had run away with the horse.
Oh, Charity, etc.
I watched last month all the drovers and drivers about the suburbs, for it's a positive fact,
That I think the utmost penalty ought always to be enforced against everybody under Mr. Martin's act;
But I couldn't catch one hit over the horns, or over the shins, or on the ears, or over the head; And I caught a rheumatism from early wet hours, and got five weeks of ten swelled fingers in bed. Oh, Charity, etc.
Well, I've utterly done with Charity, though I used so to preach about its finest fount; Charity may do for some that are more lucky, but I can't turn it to any account— It goes so the very reverse way—even if one chirrups it up with a dust of piety; That henceforth, let it be understood, I take my name entirely out of the list of subscribers to the Humane Society. Oh, Charity, etc.
“Sweet to the sweet—farewell.”—Hamlet.
TIME was I liked a cheesecake well enough;
** Here comes Mr. Puff."—The Critic. “I knew by the smoke that so gracefully curled.”—MooRE.
SoME sigh for this and that,
The world may wag at will,
Some fret themselves to death
I don’t care which is in,
Sir John requests my vote,
I don't care how it goes,
Some want a German row,
I care not—I’m at peace,
I never see the Post,
The Globe I scarcely heed,
They tell me that Bank Stock
It's all the same to me,