Yes, in debate we must admit,
His argument is quite profound;
His reasoning's deep, for deuce a bit
Can anybody see the ground.
CDXI.—A SEASONABLE JOKE.
Theodore Hook, being in company, where he said something humorous in rhyme to every person present, on Mr. Winter, the late Solicitor of Taxes, being announced, made the following impromptu:—
Here comes Mr. Winter, collector of taxes,
I advise you to give him whatever he axes;
I advise you to give it without any flummery,
For though his name's Winter, his actions are summary.
CDXII.—EPIGRAM.
(On the immortality of ——'s speeches.)
Thy speeches are immortal, O my friend,
For he that hears them—hears them to no end.
CDXIII.—A CONSIDERATE SON.
A witch, being at the stake to be burnt, saw her son there, and desired him to give her some drink. "No, mother," said he, "it would do you wrong, for the drier you are, the better you will burn."