EPIGRAMS.
On a Fat Man.
When Fatty walks the street, the paviors cry,
“God bless you, sir!” and lay their rammers by.
On a Stingy Beau.
Curio’s rich sideboard seldom sees the light;
Clean is his kitchen, his spits are always bright;
His knives and spoons, all ranged in even rows,
No hands molest, or fingers discompose.
A curious jack, hung up to please the eye,