J. R. Planché, Recollections.
'M very fond of water:
It ever must delight
Each mother's son or daughter—
When qualified aright.
Lord Neaves, Songs and Verses.
N epicure, while eating oysters, swallowed one that was not fresh. "Zounds, waiter!" he ejaculated, making a wry face; "what sort of an oyster do you call this?" "A native, sir," replied the wielder of the knife. "A native!—I call it a settler, so you need not open any more."
Horace Smith, The Tin Trumpet.
NCE Uncle went astray,
Smoked, joked, and swore away—
Sworn by he's now, by a
Large congregation.
Frederick Locker, London Lyrics.