| Buttons | a breakfast. |
| Two sleeves | one pint of porter. |
| Body | four plates of à-la-mode. |
| Trousers (at per leg) | half a quartern loaf. |
Caught an idea.—wrote an anonymous letter to the landlord, and told him that an association had been formed to burke Colonel Sibthorp—his lodgers the conspirators—that the scheme was called the “Lie-a-bed plot”—poverty with his lodgers all fudge—men of immense wealth—get rid of them for his own sake—old boy very nervous, having been in quod for smuggling—gave us warning—couldn’t go if we would. Landlord redeemed our clothes. Ha! ha!—did him brown.
The above is a statement of what I suffered during my minority. I have now the honour to be a magistrate and a member of Parliament.
THE RICH OLD BUFFER.
A MAIDEN LYRIC.
Urge it no more! I must not wed
One who is poor, so hold your prattle;
My lips on love have ne’er been fed,
With poverty I cannot battle.