« AnteriorContinuar »
In taste, Betty's fellow
Was never yet seen;
And trim it with green !
NO LOVE WITHOUT MONEY.
Indeed I am.
One night I went to meet her,
Indeed she did.
At this I felt quite funny,
Indeed I an't."
Says she, “Young man, 'tis plain, sir,
Indeed you wont.”
Says I, “You can't mean so, miss ?
Indeed you do."
Says she, “You foolish sot, sir,
Indeed it wont."
Indeed you will."
Indeed you may."
indeed it was.
Make sure you do i
THE VICTIM OF SENSIBILITY.
A PATHETIC BALLAD. JACOB BECLER.]
[Tune-"Mrs. McLeod." Oh, ladies, I'm sure that you never would divine There could be a susceptible bosom like mine; Ah ! there's not a man who with love has bad deal.
ings, Has ever possess'd half my exquisite feelings.
My unfortunate fate to your bosoms will prove
(Spoken.)-She had a beautiful romantic cast of
(Spoken.)-Oh, I shall never forget the soft languisho · ment of her look :13 she give the tender p:iss..ges in
(Sings.)- Meet me by moonlight alone,
And then I will tell you a tale,
In the grove at the end of the vale.
The love in my bo-om unable to sniother,
(Spoken.)-I couldn't guess the cause then ; but afterwards when I learntI griev'd very much at such underhand dealing, And was nigh overpower'd by excess of my feeling. Oh, when she revived, she was led from the church by her friends, and alone I was left in the lurch ; I wont tell you now the effect on my mind, But I say her behaviour was very unkind. Of affection for me she had ne'er had a spark, And now she had fallen in love with the clerk In the church, and, in short, faint away did Miss
(Spoken.)-I shall never forget the shock I felt when I received the following billy from the deluded girl. -(Reads letter.)—"Dear injured man, pardon a victim to extreme sensibility. The racks and tortures my agonized bosom feels in saying with Byron
Fare thee well, and if for ever,
Still for ever fare thee well.”—(crying.) Oh, I can proceed no further. Ah, when I read over this note from Miss Freeling, I leave you to guess at the state of my feeling.
PUFFING. JACOB Colr.] [Air—"Mrs. Simpkin lived at Leeds." We are all aware that mischief is an easy thing to do, And hurting people's feelings by reports that are not
true; I once knew of a powder-mill that did, perhaps in
sport, Il urt all the neighbours' feelings by one mischievous In fact, this powder-mill blew up with such a shocking
shock, Not a single door around but gave itself a double
knock; The bells all rang aloud as though they never would
have done, And all the servants started, though they knew not
where to run. This shock, in shaking ev'ry house, while tiles and
windows flew, Kicked up a dust, of course, because it shook the car
pets too ; The ladies hearing this report, of danger were pre
surners, And flying from their rooms, they added to the flying
Now rumours are like snowballs-by trav’ling get en
larg'a, Some guns which lay on shelves went off, although
they were not charg'd ; Old Snubbs was busy shaving when the sudden shock
arose, His razor slipp'd--and cut, they say, two inches off his
The cook became a Quaker, though he long had been
a fryer, To see the fish, good soles, jump from the pan into
the fire ; To see the soot come tuinbling down o'er fish and fowl,
good lack ! Until the soot had dress’d them nicely in a suit of
black. The grocer, busy mixing tea, was knock'd down by
surprise At this report, that gunpowder so suddenly should