By proving the florist’s Floorer.
But Death at last met with his match,
An annuitant eighty and eight,
Death knew that his life would be death to a score,
(For nought kills like envy and hate),
So, because he should thereby get victims galore,
He bade the old gentleman wait.
Anonymous.
From The Original, No. III. March 17, 1832. A weekly magazine, published by G. Cowie, Strand, London.