OCTOBER.—Brewing.
![]() | OCTOBER. | ||
|---|---|---|---|
| Hail! honest Toby, who all grumbling hates, | |||
| Who quaffs his ale, and cheerful pays his rates; | |||
| Whose faith is fixed and firm,—in stout October,— | |||
| Who scorns dissent,—except, from being sober; | |||
| Who swears the cause is best upheld by drinking, | |||
| Since he who takes to water, takes to thinking; | |||
| Who designates small beer a public scandal, | |||
| And knows no heresy but using the pump handle. | |||
| D. | Great Events and Odd Matters. | Prognostifications. | |
| 1 | DIALOGUE. | Now | |
| 2 | Customer: What can I have, waiter?—Waiter: What would you like, Sir? | lest, | |
| C. Can you give me a chop, or a steak?—W. No, Sir. | |||
| 3 | C. Any cold meat?—W. No. | peradventure | |
| C. Crust of bread and cheese?—W. No. | |||
| 4 | C. Why, you've nothing at all in the house, then, it seems?—W. Oh! yes we have. | ♉ ☍ ♉ ♀ | |
| C. What?—W. An Execution! | |||
| 5 | |||
| it should | |||
| 6 | |||
| hereby | |||
| 7 | |||
| seem to the | |||
| 8 | |||
| undiscerning | |||
| 9 | A mob of Johnnies lay rough hands on the Spinning Jennies, 1779. | ||
| multitude, | |||
| 10 | Spenser died, succeeded by Coats. (Query, Romeo?) | ||
| 11 | ♀ ♃ ⊕ | ||
| 12 | Day breaks. | ——Poor fellow! when, and where? | that I have |
| I pity him, I do declare; | |||
| 13 | Unlike the surly wight, who said, | deserted, | |
| When rous'd up from his downy bed, | |||
| 14 | "What is't to me, if broke or no? | ♒ ☿ ♊ ♎ | |
| He owes me nothing." (Vide Joe.) | |||
| 15 | And Mrs. Day,—his loving mate,— | the | |
| 'Twill break her heart, as sure as fate. | |||
| 16 | Oh, no! she treats it very light;— | Celestial | |
| She's run away with Mr. Night. | |||
| 17 | Should Mrs. Day, though, meet her sun, | Science, | |
| Then Mr. Night will be undone; | |||
| 18 | For by some magic,—strange to say,— | ☿ ♑ | |
| This sun will turn Night into Day. | |||
| 19 | and proved | ||
| 20 | an unworthy | ||
| 21 | successor | ||
| 22 | ♎ ♐ ☌ ♀ | ||
| 23 | of the | ||
| 24 | defunct and | ||
| 25 | St. Crispin. All Soles Day. Cobblers' Holiday. No business done in Downing Street. | doughty | |
| 26 |
| Moore, | |
| 27 | ☊ ♓ ♑ ♌ | ||
| 28 | I do here | ||
| present | |||
| 29 | |||
| one | |||
| 30 | |||
| important | |||
| 31 | Brewing ends. Malt-brun. Sir Matthew Hale. | prediction, | |
ODE TO BEER.
Hail, Beer!
In all thy forms of Porter, Stingo, Stout,
Swipes, Double-X, Ale, Heavy, Out-and-out,
Most dear.
Hail! thou that mak'st man's heart as big as Jove's!
Of Ceres' gifts the best!
That furnishest

