MARCH.
| 1835.] | MARCH. | ||
|---|---|---|---|
| I fear I am a Sinner lost, | |||
| For often do I pray,— | |||
| That I could read, in Times or Post, | |||
| The death of Lady Day. | |||
| M | Season's | Odd Matters. | WEATHER. |
| D | Signs. | ||
| 1 | Shrove | ||
| I suspend | |||
| 2 | tide | MARCH WINDS. | |
| ☌ ☉ ♄ ♃ ♊ | |||
| 3 | fritter | Come, Bully March! and show your blustering face; | |
| fried | I'll give you blow for blow, to your disgrace. | my | |
| You take advantage of us Fleet Street sinners, | predictions | ||
| 5 | Nan | While the police are gone to get their dinners. | |
| From Racket Court you rush, with such a rattle, | ♅ ☊ ♌ ♑ | ||
| 6 | makes | As makes the Lumber troopers fear a battle. | |
| on the | |||
| 7 | pan- | Oh! what fun, by the Bolt-in-tun, | |
| As your windy highness passes; | weather | ||
| 8 | cakes | D'ye hear a crash? There's a window-sash | |
| Made multiplying glasses. | |||
| 9 | batter | ♓ ☊ | |
| And now you come again from Chanc'ry Lane, | |||
| 10 | clatter | Where "Law" and "Assurance" guard Old Dunstan's fane. | this month, |
| (Old Dunstan, did I say?—young Dunstan now, | |||
| 11 | spatter | As many a heavy parish rate will show.) | ♂ ☿ ☉ ☽ |
| See how you raise a riot and a rout, | |||
| 12 | sky | Tossing old women's petticoats about; | because I |
| Hats, capes, and umbrellas round you scatter, | |||
| 13 | high | Till good Saint Bridget wonders what's the matter. | shall be able |
| 14 | toss | Ah, che gust-o! what a dusto! | |
| Blowing, growing, as it flies. | ♂ ♌ ♑ ♓ ♄ | ||
| 15 | in the | Lime and mortar show no quarter, | |
| Ramming, cramming, ears and eyes. | to tell more | ||
| 16 | pan | ||
| They say your dust is gold; so, little fear | correctly | ||
| 17 | high | Of growing poor; we'll roll in riches here; | |
| Then blow up, March! our sapient parish powers | ♎ ♐ ♏ ♀ | ||
| 18 | as | Ne'er think of water till the April showers. | |
| next year; | |||
| 19 | you | ||
| and | |||
| 20 | can | ||
| moreover, | |||
| 21 | toss | ||
| 22 | them | ⊕ ♃ | |
| 23 | higher | my readers | |
| 24 | fat | can | |
| 25 | in the | ♌ ♂ ♓ ♄ ☊ | |
| 26 | fire | exercise | |
| 27 | soot | ||
| their own | |||
| 28 | must | ||
| 29 | splash | judgments | |
| 30 | crash | ♂ ☽ ♊ ☿ | |
| 31 | ash | thereupon. | |
MY GRANDMOTHER'S LAMENT;
or,
THE SETTLING DAY.
It was a drear November morn; the rain was pouring fast;
I underneath a gateway stood, in hopes it would not last;
And forthwith I began to muse, and to myself did say:
I hope the rain will soon give o'er, for this is "Settling Day."
If I don't stand for shelter here, I shall be wetted thro';
I at the Stock Exchange shall be black-boarded if I do: