Or sweep my room
With my beard, like a broom,
I prophecy truly as wise Erra Pater,
You won't see again sick a wonder of Natur!”
A “Swan of Thames,” too—an Irish swan!—whose abdominal regions looked as if they were stuffed with halfpenny doggrel,
* The following is one among many specimens of Frost Fair
verse in 1813-14:—“Printed on the River Thames.
Behold the River Thames is frozen o'er,
Which lately ships of mighty burden bore;
Now different arts and pastimes here you see,
But printing claims the superiority.”
entertained a half-frozen audience, who gave him shake for shake with
THE METRICAL, MUSICAL, COLD, AND COMICAL HUMOURS OF FROST FAIR.=
Open the door to me, my love,
Prithee open the door,—