“BE IT KNOWN, that Six Fair Pretty Young Ladies, with two sweet and engaging young children, lately Imported from Europe, having roses of health blooming on their cheeks, and joy sparkling in their eyes, possessing amiable manners, and highly accomplished, whom the most indifferent cannot behold without expressions of rapture, are to be RAFFLED FOR next door to the British gallery. Scheme: twelve tickets, at twelve rupees each; the highest of the three throws, doubtless, takes the most fascinating, &c.”[485]
The four engravings on this page, with the lines beneath them, are from other Lottery bills.
“Throw Physic to the Dogs,” for me
The best composing draught’s a Fee;
For sinking Chest, low pulse, or cold,
There’s no Specific equals Gold.
“My Dancing Days are over!”
Though the lotteries soon will be over, I’m told,
That now is the time to get pailsful of gold;
And if there is any real truth in a dream,
I myself shall come in for a share of the cream.
We hail, ere the Sun, the first breath of the morn,
And ’tis said “early birds get the best of the corn,”
Of the Four Twenty Thousands perhaps fortune may
Have in store one for me, as they’re drawn in One Day!