Black with white stitching most my fancy moves,
And such were yours. I never can forget
That pair of gloves.
TOO COSTLY.
The Vicar. "Dear, dear, Mrs. Prickles, I regret to hear that Mrs. Brown has treated you so shamefully. I should counsel you to heap Coals of Fire on her head——"
Mrs. P. "Ah, Sir—that's wot I would do, as soon as look at 'er: but I can't afford it at One-an'-ninepence a 'Underdweight!"