And my pig sties white over with thatch.
I seldom a pimple have met,
Such health does magnecia bestow:
My horsepond is border’d with wet,
Where burdock and marsh-mallows grow.
ANECDOTES.
A gentleman, reading in one of the public prints, that Mr. Monday, of Oxford, was dead, exclaimed,—“Alas! my friends, we now have reason to lament, like Aurelius, that we have lost a day!”
A gentleman, reading in one of the daily prints that thirteen hundred of the French had been drowned, said, “Thus should the courage of all our enemies be damped.”