Says I, one day, unto my wife,
I never saw in all my life
Such a blade-bone. Why so, my dear?
Says she. The matter’s very clear,
Says I; for on it there’s no meat,
For any body for to eat.
Indeed, my dear, says she, ’tis true, }
But wonder not, for, you know, you }
Can’t eat your cake and have it too. }
An IDEA on a PECK of COALS.
I buy my coals by pecks, that we
May have them fresh and fresh, d’ye see.
To my very learned and facetious friend, S. ESTWICK, ESQ. M.P. and LL.D. on his saying to me, “What the D—-l noise was that?”
Good Dr. ESTWICK, you do seek
To know what makes my shoe-soles creak?
They make a noise when they are dry;
And so do you, and so do I.
C. W.
LORD GRAHAM’S DIARY,
DURING THE FIRST WEEK OF THE NEW PARLIAMENT.
May 20. Went down to the House—sworn in—odd faces—asked PEARSON who the new people were—he seemed cross at my asking him, and did not know—I took occasion to inspect the water-closets.
N.B. To tell ROSE, that I found three cocks out of repair—didn’t know what to do—left my name at the DUKE OF QUEENSBERRY’s—dined at WHITE’s—the pease tough—Lord APSLEY thought they ought to be boiled in steam—VILLIERS very warm in favour of hot water—PITT for the new mode—and much talk of taking the sense of the club—but happily I prevented matters going to extremity.
May 21. Bought a tooth-pick-case, and attended at the Treasury-Board—nothing at the House but swearing—rode to WILBERFORCE’s at WIMBLEDON—PITT, THURLOW, and DUNDAS, water-sucky—we all wondered why perch have such large mouths, and WILBERFORCE said they were like MULGRAVE’s—red champagne rather ropy—away at eight—THURLOW’s horse started at a windmill—he off.