And wery veil hung!
“You shan't sing another line, that you shan't, Brutus!” vociferated Mrs. Muff. But the Cockney Roman, undaunted and vocal, went on singing,
Says Doctor Peter Pott, “As I know vhat's vhat,
My anti-nervous patent pill on Tib my rib I'll try;
If Mrs. P. vill svallow, if dissolution follow,
And she should kick the bucket, I'm sure I shan't
cry!”
“Where could he have learned such a rubbishing song? A man, too, after pa's own heart!” sighed Mrs. Muff.
Mr. Muff.—
And vel the doctor knew that a leer par les deux yeux