Watch it he did-and never took his eyes off, Like my Lord Salisbury, he heaved a sigh, Each moment did his appetite grow stronger; At length he could not bear it any longer, But on all sides his looks he turn'd, And finding that the coast was clear, he quaff'd The whole up at a draught. Scudding from church, the farmer's wife flew to the dairy; But stood aghast, and could not, for her life, Asking the when, and where, and how, and who, Had gulph'd her cream, nor left an atom; To which he gave not separate replies, One answer made to every question, "The flies, you rogue !-the flies, you greedy dog I'll make you tell another story quickly." Who bore him to the judge-a little prig, With angry bottle-nose Like a red cabbage-rose, While lots of white ones flourish'd on his wig. Looking at once both stern and wise, And 'gan to question him and catechise "The flies, my Lord-the flies, the flies!" "Psha !" quoth the Judge, half peevish and ha:f pompous "Why you're non compos. You should have watched the bowl, as she desired, And so killed the flies you stupid clown." "What is it lawful then ?" the dolt inquir'd, "Constable, catch that thief! may I go hang If yonder blue-bottle (I know his face) Isn't the very leader of the gang That stole the cream ;-let me come near it !" This said he started from his place, And aiming one of his sledge-hammer blows At a large fly upon the Judge's nose And gratified a double grudge; For the same catapult completely smash'd A JAUNT TO THE WEDDING.-ANON. 1. SAYS Peter, says he, "I'll whip him a little," "Try it, my dear," says she: But he might just as well have whipped a brass-kettle; Never a step moved he. 2. "I'll stick him, my dear, with a needle," says she, "I'm thinking he'll alter his mind :" The beast felt the needle, and up went his heel; "I'm thinking," says Peter, "he's beginning to feel Some notion of moving behind." 3. "Now give him the needle, and I'll tickle his ear, The beast felt the needle, and upward he reared, 4. Says Peter, says he, "We are getting on slow; While one end is up, t'other sticks in the ground; IN Normandy, quite near the coast, a fisherman did dwell, With chimneys on the top of it which opened towards the sky. A damsel, fair and virtuous, had caught the monster's eye, Το go into the attic room before they made the bread. They went they saw-what did they see? Why was the wife so bold? What made the very blood they had, throughout their veins run cold? There in that attic room was hung, all mold'ring to decay, A score or more of mackarels that had been thrown away. And on the wall this warning was, which froze their very soul, Until they felt like creeping through the smallest kind of hole. But what it read, but what it read, you would not like to know, But anyhow I think it best to quickly tell you, though : "Who enters here, whate'er they be, No matter what their station, TOBY TOSSPOT.-COLMAN. ALAS! what pity 'tis that regularity, But there are swilling wights in London town Termed-jolly dogs,-choice spirits-alias swine, These spendthrifts, who life's pleasures thus run on, Lose half men's regular estate of sun, One of this kidney,-Toby Tosspot hight Like Monsieur Corkscrew, worming through a cork, Not straight, like Corkscrew's proxy, stiff Don Prong—a fork. At length, with near four bottles in his pate, He saw the moon a shining on Shove's brass plate, And being civil beyond measure, I'll ring it with a deal of pleasure." Toby, the kindest soul in all the town, Gave it a jerk that almost jerked it down. He waited full two minutes-no one came; But the first peal 'woke Isaac in a fright, Pale as a parsnip,-bolt upright. |