You'll surely be a martyr.
AUGUST.—Regatta.
 | AUGUST. | ||
|---|---|---|---|
| The postboys clatter to the door, | |||
| Whips cracking and spurs pricking; | |||
| The hero who went up at four | |||
| Came down at five, alive and kicking. | |||
| Below is a special communication | |||
| From a private source, to inform the nation. | |||
| D. | Great Events and Odd Matters. | Prognostifications. | |
| 1 | Charles X. abdic. 1830. New issue of Sovereigns. | ||
| if he would | |||
| 2 | |||
| look for | |||
| 3 | THE BALLOON ASCENT. | ||
| sunshine, | |||
| 4 | "Only threepence more, and up goes the Donkey." | ||
| ♅ ♀ ♌ | |||
| 5 | Dear Captain! let me thank my lucky fate | ||
| That brings me safe and sound through every strait, | he must, | ||
| 6 | And when my rebel subjects tipp'd me over, | ||
| Placed between them and me the Straits of Dover: | ungrudgingly | ||
| 7 | On terra firma I've at length alighted, | ||
| More dead than living, tho' less hurt than frighted, | and | ||
| 8 | And strike me ugly—that I swear quite plain, | ||
| I'll never venture in the air again. | obediently, | ||
| 9 | To let me go the varlets scarce were willing | ||
| As long as they could show me for a shilling:— | |||
| 10 | At last however all was right and handy, | ♃ ♂ ⊕ | |
| By Madame's wondrous skill and—drops of brandy; | |||
| 11 | And while my cheeks with glowing rouge were spread, | acquiesce | |
| 'Tis false to say the white usurp'd the red. | |||
| 12 | Then as we mounted in the clear blue sky, | in and | |
| The Queen's own private Aëronaute and I, | |||
| 13 | A field of handkerchiefs waved full in view, | accede to | |
| Dirty and clean, silk, cotton, black and blue; | |||
| 14 | And while the huge machine majestic rose, | ||
| I gazed on many an elevated nose, | ♊ ♀ | ||
| 15 | And heard, and wrote it down, with great surprise, | ||
| A man in spectacles exclaim "my eyes!" | all her | ||
| 16 | Just as we threw the sand-bags quickly o'er, | ||
| And rose so high that I could hear no more. | modest | ||
| 17 | So being fairly out of mortal ken, | ||
| The fair one said, "We'll soon come down again." | requirements? | ||
| 18 | Too soon—for while I turn'd myself around, | ||
| Balloon and car came spinning to the ground: | |||
| 19 | The earth received my nob—too thick to split— | ♈ ☿ ♏ | |
| The lady fell on—what she thought most fit. | |||
| 20 | I gallop'd off as fast as steeds could fly; | when, and | |
| To bed she posted quickly, there—to lie. | |||
| 21 | not before, | ||
| 22 | |||
| ☉ ☽ ♑ | |||
| 23 | |||
| he may | |||
| 24 | |||
| reasonably | |||
| 25 | |||
| 26 | Fête Champêtre. Field-fare arrive. | ☊ ⚹ ♀ | |
| 27 | expect | ||
| 28 | fair weather | ||
| 29 | to the | ||
| 30 | end of the | ||
| 31 | Jews banished England, 1290. "New Way to Pay Old Debts." | month. | |
A TOUGH YARN.
Guy Davit was a sailor bold,
As ever hated France;
And tho' he never cared for gold,
He stuck to the main chance.
Susanna Sly was what they call