Twisting and twining ; The jemmy handle Twizzle's door-post graced ;- Graven whereon, in characters full, clear, 66 And, furthermore, which you might read right well, Alas! what pity 'tis, that regularity But there are swilling wights in London town, These spendthrifts, who life's pleasures thus run out, 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 shining on Shove's brass plate, Toby, the kindest soul in all the town, He waited full two minutes more; and then Says Toby, "If he's deaf, I'm not to blame, But the first peal woke Isaac, in a fright; At length, he wisely to himself doth say,- "Tush! 'tis some fool has rung and run away;" Shove jump'd into the middle of the floor; And, trembling at each breath of air that stirr'd, He groped down stairs, and open'd the street door ; While Toby was performing peal the third. Isaac eyed Toby, fearfully askant, And saw he was a strapper-stout and tall; Then put this question-" Pray, sir, what d'ye want?" Says Toby, "I want-want nothing, sir, at all." "Want nothing, sir!-you've pull'd my bell, I vow, As if you'd jerk it off the wire." Quoth Toby,-gravely making him a bow,— 66 I pull'd it, sir, at your desire." "At mine!". -"Yes, yours; I hope I've done it well: COLMAN. HODGE AND THE VICAR. HODGE, a poor honest country lout, "Ah! master Hodge," the vicar cried, "We'll try your skill," the parson cried, "For learning what digestion: "And this you'll prove or right or wrong, By solving me a question. 66 66 Noah, of old, three babies had "Or grown-up children rather, Shem, Ham, and Japhet they were called: "Rat it!" cried Hodge, and scratched his head, "That does my wits belabour; "But howsomede'er, I'll homeward run, To Giles he went and put the case, "Thou fool," cried Giles, "I'll make it clear 66 "To thy dull comprehension. Three children has Tom Long, the smith, "Or cattle-doctor rather; "Tom, Dick, and Harry, they are called; "Now who is Harry's father?" Adzooks, I have it," Hodge replied, "Right well I know your lingo; "Who's Harry's father?-stop-here goes,— "Why Tom Long Smith, by jingo.' Away he ran to find the priest, With all his might and main; Who with good humour instant put "Noah, of old, three babies had, Shem, Ham, and Japhet they were called : "I have it now," Hodge grinning cried, 66 'I'll answer like a Proctor; "Who's Japhet's father? Now I know; ANON. LODGINGS FOR SINGLE GENTLEMEN. WHO has e'er been in London, that over-grown place, Will Waddle, whose temper was studious and lonely, He entered his rooms, and to bed he retreated; Next night 'twas the same! and the next! and the next! In six months his acquaintance began much to doubt him; For his skin, "like a lady's loose gown," hung about him. He sent for a Doctor, and cried, like a ninny, "I have lost many pounds-make me well-there's a guinea." The Doctor looked wise:-" a slow fever," he said; "Sudorifics in bed," exclaimed Will, "are humbugs! Will kicked out the Doctor:-but when ill indeed, 66 Look ye, landlord, I think," argued Will with a grin, "That with honest intentions you first took me in: "But from the first night-and to say it I'm boldI've been so very hot, that I'm sure I caught cold!" Quoth the landlord,-" Till now, I ne'er had a dispute; "The oven!!!"—says Will;-says the host, "Why this passion? In that excellent bed died three people of fashion. Why so crusty, good sir?"-" Zounds!" cried Will in a taking. "Who wouldn't be crusty, with half a year's baking?" Will paid for his rooms-cried the host, with a sneer, "Well, I see you've been going away half a year.” 66 'Friend, we can't well agree;—yet no quarrel" Will said: But I'd rather not perish, while you make your bread." LOGIC; OR, THE BITER BIT. COLMAN. AN Eton stripling, training for the law, |