For how can you wonder to see me recoil
From a liquor I mix'd with my cod-liver oil?
There are few deeds of daring from which I should quail—
There are few things I'd tremble to do—
But there's one kind of tonic that makes me turn pale,
And quite spoils my appetite, too;
But, you see, just at present, I Ve got none to spoil—
So I don't mind alluding to cod-liver oil!
NO. 2. NIGHT AND MORNING.
They brought to my couch (I had not slept a wink,