OPERATION OF THE NEW POOR LAWS.
A man in the last stage of destitution came before the sitting magistrate at Lambeth Street, and stated, that having by the operation of the New Poor Laws been suddenly deprived of parish assistance, he was reduced to such extremity, that, if not instantly relieved, he must be driven to do a deed that his soul abhorred. The worthy magistrate instantly ordered him five shillings from the poor-box, and after a suitable admonition against giving way to despair, asked him what dreadful deed he would have been impelled to but for this seasonable relief? "To work!" said the man, with a deep sigh, as he left the office.
| JULY. | ![]() | ||
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| Two potent elements combine | |||
| To rule the month together, | |||
| St. Swithin gives us showers of rain, | |||
| The mad dogs, biting weather. | |||
| And if you get a dubious gripe | |||
| From Pincher, Snap, or Toby, | |||
| The good saint's bucket comes right | |||
| To test the Hydro-phoby. | |||
| D. | Great Events and Odd Matters. | Prognostifications. | |
| 1 | |||
| Doth not | |||
| 2 | |||
| many | |||
| 3 | Dog Days beg. | ||
| a Benedick | |||
| 4 | ![]() | "Old Mother Hubbard | |
| ♋ ☍ ♐ | |||
| 5 | Went to the cupboard, | ||
| know | |||
| 6 | To get her poor dog a bone." | ||
| right well | |||
| 7 | |||
| 8 | ♏ ♈ ♎ ♉ | ||
| 9 | HOW TO MAKE A MAD DOG. | that a | |
| 10 | By a Knowing Hand. | cloudy | |
| 11 | Tie a dog that is little, and one that is large, | brow | |
| To a truck or a barrow as big as a barge; | |||
| 12 | Their mouths girded tight with a rugged old cord (or | ♄ ⚹ ♒ | |
| They'll put out their tongues) by the magistrate's order; | |||
| 13 | So you save 'em the trouble of feeding, I think, | ||
| Or the loss of your time by their stopping to drink. | on the | ||
| 14 | Lend 'em out, 'tis a neighbourly duty, of course, | ||
| And mind they've a load that would stagger a horse. | aspect of | ||
| 15 | If you've nothing to draw, why, yourselves let 'em carry (sons | ||
| Of she dogs!), or else they'll be drawing compari-sons. | his dear | ||
| 16 | With a stick or a kick make 'em gallop away, | ||
| And smoke through the streets in a piping-hot day, | |||
| 17 | Where Mac Adam is spreading his pebbles about, | ☌ ♈ | |
| And they'll pick up their feet all the quicker, no doubt; | |||
| 18 | More than all, don't allow them their noses to wet;—it | betokeneth | |
| Will keep 'em alert by the "wish they may get it." | |||
| 19 | All pleasures must end:—when they drop head and tail, | cool | |
| With their muzzles all froth, like a tankard of ale, | |||
| 20 | Turn 'em loose in the road with a whoop and a hollo, | breezes, | |
| And get all the thieves and the blackguards to follow. | |||
| 21 | It's a precious good lark for the neighbours, you'll find, | ☍ ♈ ♀ ⚹ | |
| With the mad dogs before and the sad dogs behind, | |||
| 22 | And you'll ne'er be molested, rely on my word, | probably | |
| If you keep 'em from biting a Bishop or Lord. | |||
| 23 | followed by | ||
| 24 | a storm, | ||
| 25 | |||
| ♋ ☊ ♅ | |||
| 26 | |||
| accompanied | |||
| 27 | |||
| with | |||
| 28 | |||
| showers? | |||
| 29 | |||
| 30 | ♊ ♄ ☌ ☽ | ||
| 31 | Second week of St. Swithin. Ladies sigh for "a little sun." | And that. | |
JULY.—Fancy Fair.
FANCY-FAIRING.
"ONLY FANCY!"
I saw her at the Fancy Fair:
'Twas there my heart she won
Within the sweet, romantic grounds
Of Mr. Jenkinson.
Her ma-in-law stood by her side,
Also her aunt Griselda;
Who all the younger brothers served,
While "Missy" served the elder.
To cure Diseases of the Ear,
They say they've oped the mart:
But I think it's to propagate
Diseases of the heart.
I thought I'd buy a pair of gloves,
To get a bit of talk;
Her lily hands presented them,
A pair as white as chalk.
Then, feeling for the cash to pay,
"Oh law," says I, "I'm trick'd!"—
"Dear! what's the matter, Sir?" said she;
Said I, "My pocket's pick'd!
But never mind—I'll just step home,
Some other cash to find."—
"I reckon so!" cried some pert wag
Among the crowd behind.
To show I meant to come again,
Said I, "Miss, may I beg
My umbrella and cloak to hang
Two minutes on this peg?"
"Oh yes!" said she; and off I flew
To fetch my pocket-book;
Then hasten'd back, and out of it
A five-pound note I took.
"Pray give me change, dear Miss," said I;
"For I no more can find."—
"I vishes you may get it, Sir!"
Cried out the voice behind.
The people laughed: the lady smiled
(I thought it rather strange);
Then popp'd my note into a box,
And said, "We never change!"
I soon found what an ass I'd been
To trust in pretty features.
Thinks I,—well, this is the last time
I'll deal with these dear creatures.
Since then I've learn'd that tricks like these
Are thought quite meritorious,
And that for boning five-pound notes
These dames are quite note-orious.
Says I, "Dear Miss, such barefaced cheats
Are really past a joke;
So give me my umbrella, ma'am—
And give me, ma'am, my cloak.
"Not that I care—of course, I don't—
For losing so much gold!"—
"Your cloak and your umbrella, Sir!
Oh la! they've both been sold!"
At that I lost my patience quite;
My rage I couldn't smother.
"Good heav'ns!" I cried, "the last dear gifts
Of a lamented mother!"
I rav'd and stamp'd, and think I swore.
Cried Miss, "For heaven's sake, cease!"
And then she gave me—heartless girl!—
In charge of the police.
To prison soon they haul'd me off,
With pushes, shoves, and jolts;
And soon I found Dame Justice' bars
Were worse than Cupid's bolts.
Now all who read my sad mishaps,
Of nymphs like these beware!
For oh! there's many a real cheat
Found at a fancy fair.
And if you want your money's worth,
With honest traders barter;
For if to marts like these you go,
You'll surely be a martyr.
AUGUST.—Regatta.
![]() | AUGUST. | ||
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| The postboys clatter to the door, | |||
| Whips cracking and spurs pricking; | |||
| The hero who went up at four | |||
| Came down at five, alive and kicking. | |||
| Below is a special communication | |||
| From a private source, to inform the nation. | |||
| D. | Great Events and Odd Matters. | Prognostifications. | |
| 1 | Charles X. abdic. 1830. New issue of Sovereigns. | ||
| if he would | |||
| 2 | |||
| look for | |||
| 3 | THE BALLOON ASCENT. | ||
| sunshine, | |||
| 4 | "Only threepence more, and up goes the Donkey." | ||
| ♅ ♀ ♌ | |||
| 5 | Dear Captain! let me thank my lucky fate | ||
| That brings me safe and sound through every strait, | he must, | ||
| 6 | And when my rebel subjects tipp'd me over, | ||
| Placed between them and me the Straits of Dover: | ungrudgingly | ||
| 7 | On terra firma I've at length alighted, | ||
| More dead than living, tho' less hurt than frighted, | and | ||
| 8 | And strike me ugly—that I swear quite plain, | ||
| I'll never venture in the air again. | obediently, | ||
| 9 | To let me go the varlets scarce were willing | ||
| As long as they could show me for a shilling:— | |||
| 10 | At last however all was right and handy, | ♃ ♂ ⊕ | |
| By Madame's wondrous skill and—drops of brandy; | |||
| 11 | And while my cheeks with glowing rouge were spread, | acquiesce | |
| 'Tis false to say the white usurp'd the red. | |||
| 12 | Then as we mounted in the clear blue sky, | in and | |
| The Queen's own private Aëronaute and I, | |||
| 13 | A field of handkerchiefs waved full in view, | accede to | |
| Dirty and clean, silk, cotton, black and blue; | |||
| 14 | And while the huge machine majestic rose, | ||
| I gazed on many an elevated nose, | ♊ ♀ | ||
| 15 | And heard, and wrote it down, with great surprise, | ||
| A man in spectacles exclaim "my eyes!" | all her | ||
| 16 | Just as we threw the sand-bags quickly o'er, | ||
| And rose so high that I could hear no more. | modest | ||
| 17 | So being fairly out of mortal ken, | ||
| The fair one said, "We'll soon come down again." | requirements? | ||
| 18 | Too soon—for while I turn'd myself around, | ||
| Balloon and car came spinning to the ground: | |||
| 19 | The earth received my nob—too thick to split— | ♈ ☿ ♏ | |
| The lady fell on—what she thought most fit. | |||
| 20 | I gallop'd off as fast as steeds could fly; | when, and | |
| To bed she posted quickly, there—to lie. | |||
| 21 | not before, | ||
| 22 | |||
| ☉ ☽ ♑ | |||
| 23 | |||
| he may | |||
| 24 | |||
| reasonably | |||
| 25 | |||
| 26 | Fête Champêtre. Field-fare arrive. | ☊ ⚹ ♀ | |
| 27 | expect | ||
| 28 | fair weather | ||
| 29 | to the | ||
| 30 | end of the | ||
| 31 | Jews banished England, 1290. "New Way to Pay Old Debts." | month. | |


