“BE TO THEIR FAULTS A LITTLE BLIND.”

THE SUPPER SUPERSTITION.

A PATHETIC BALLAD.

“Oh flesh, flesh how art thou fishified.”—MERCUTIO.

I.

’Twas twelve o’clock by Chelsea chimes,

When all in hungry trim,

Good Mister Jupp sat down to sup

With wife, and Kate, and Jim.

II.