Sportsman (suffering from intense aberration of mind in consequence of the Weather, in reply to Wife of his bosom). "Put out? Why, o' course I'm put out. Been just through the Village, and hang me if at least half a dozen Fools haven't told me that it's nice Seasonable Weather!"
RETRIBUTION.
(Wrought by a cheap Foreign Cigar.)
I'm feeling—great heavens!—all sixes and sevens,
And dizzy, and giddy, and green;
Knocked flat as a pancake, I've got a blank, blank ache
All over—a sight to be seen!
Alas! for the reason 'tis easy to seize on—
The same I'll proceed to relate:—