"DAILY TRIALS."
By a Dyspeptic.
UNCH, sir? Yes-ser, Pickled Salmon
Cutlets Kidneys Greens and"—
"Gammon!
Have you got no wholesome
meat, sir?
Flesh or fowl that one can
eat, sir?"
"Eat, sir? Yes-ser, on the dresser
Pork, sir"—"Pork, sir, I detest, sir"—
"Lobsters?"
"Are to me unblest, sir"—
"Duck and Peas?"
"I can't digest, sir"—
'Roe, sir?"
"No, sir!"
"Fish, sir?"
"Pish, sir!"
Sausage?"
"Sooner eat the dish, sir—
Hath a puppy charms for Briton?
Can the soul rejoice in kitton?
"Shrimps, sir? Prawns, sir? Crawfish? Winkle?
Scallops ready in a twinkle?
Wilks and Cockles, Crabs to follow!"
"Heav'ns, nothing I can swallow!
Waitar!"
"Yes-sar."
"Bread for twenty.
I shall starve in midst of plenty!"
