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Page 7
It give mo a dreadful turn when I see that doctor a-ramming of drum-sticks, as I
should call 'em, down Mrs. Simmons's throat, and am certain as woulii have
choked mo, as couldn't oven bear a herring-bone as was near my death. But it
did ...
It give mo a dreadful turn when I see that doctor a-ramming of drum-sticks, as I
should call 'em, down Mrs. Simmons's throat, and am certain as woulii have
choked mo, as couldn't oven bear a herring-bone as was near my death. But it
did ...
Page 12
... of the French, you know, To prove himself a par With hist'ry's greatest coves,
has wrote Hi« " Wee de Jools Cesar! De Jools Ce-sar-har-ar-har-har, (leaps ten
feet high at each syllable.) His wee de Jools Ce-sar ; (Turn i a somersault in the
air.) ...
... of the French, you know, To prove himself a par With hist'ry's greatest coves,
has wrote Hi« " Wee de Jools Cesar! De Jools Ce-sar-har-ar-har-har, (leaps ten
feet high at each syllable.) His wee de Jools Ce-sar ; (Turn i a somersault in the
air.) ...
Page 19
When we get a now Parliament lot us hope it will turn its attention to the
improvement of that portion of the Bt:itute-book which is aptly and emphatically
styled the Poor Law — poor enough law in all conscience, if one may couple the
idea of a ...
When we get a now Parliament lot us hope it will turn its attention to the
improvement of that portion of the Bt:itute-book which is aptly and emphatically
styled the Poor Law — poor enough law in all conscience, if one may couple the
idea of a ...
Page 19
I will but turn theo tenderly — nay, never, never shrink. Now, once again the
banquet calls : Drink, pretty creature, drink ! Horticultural Mom. In about a week's
time we may look for the Cochuia CJtampancnri*. or Derby Day-By, which will be
met ...
I will but turn theo tenderly — nay, never, never shrink. Now, once again the
banquet calls : Drink, pretty creature, drink ! Horticultural Mom. In about a week's
time we may look for the Cochuia CJtampancnri*. or Derby Day-By, which will be
met ...
Page 20
I will but turn theo tenderly — nay, never, never shrink. Now, onco again the
banquet calls : Drink, pretty creature, drink ! Horticultural Mem. In about a week's
time we may look for the Cochtcia Champimcnsi*, or Derby Day-sy, which will be
met ...
I will but turn theo tenderly — nay, never, never shrink. Now, onco again the
banquet calls : Drink, pretty creature, drink ! Horticultural Mem. In about a week's
time we may look for the Cochtcia Champimcnsi*, or Derby Day-sy, which will be
met ...
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