THE RECRUITING SERGEANT.
“LIST, WAKLEY! LIST!—”—New Shaksperian Readings.
HIS TURN NOW.
“They say the owl was a baker’s daughter.”
“Oh, how the wheel becomes it.”—SHAKSPEARE.
That immense cigar, our mild Cavannah, has at length met with his deserts, and left the sage savans of the fool’s hotbed, London, the undisturbed possession of the diligently-achieved fool’s-caps their extreme absurdity, egregious folly, and lout-like gullibility, have so splendidly qualified them to support.
This extraordinary and Heaven-gifted faster is at length laid by the heels. The full blown imposition has exploded—the wretched cheat is consigned to merited durance; while the trebly-gammoned and unexampled spoons who were his willing dupes are in full possession of the enviable notoriety necessarily attendant upon their extreme amount of unmitigated folly.