Yes: music hath power o'er the wide, wide, world:
A power that's deep and endearing.
But music now has no power on me,
For I'm very hard of hearing.
DECEMBER.—Christmas Eve.
| DECEMBER. | [1837. | |
|---|---|---|
| "Last scene of all," that ends the year, | ||
| And ushers in brave Christmas cheer, | ||
| Come, deckt as thou wert wont to be, | ||
| In festive smiles and revelry, | ||
| With roasted beef and minced pies, | ||
| And pudding of gigantic size! | ||
| Fit emblem of our wealth's vast sum; | ||
| I'd be contented with a plum. | ||
| D. | Great Events and Odd Matters. | Prognostifications. |
| 1 | ||
| 2 | A RISING GENIUS. | about |
| 3 | Timothy Sly's own Epistle (not the Master's). | which time, |
| 4 | Dear Dick,—I copied my school letter to Father and Mother ten times before one was good enough, and while the teacher is putting the capitals and flourishes in I shall slip this off on the sly. Our examination was yesterday and the table was covered with books and things bound in gilt and silk for prizes but were all put away again and none of us got none only they awarded Master Key a new fourpenny bit for his essay on Locke because his friends live next door and little Coombe got the tooth-ake so they would not let him try his experiments on vital air which was very scurvy. It didnt come to my turn so I did not get a prize but as the company was to stop tea I put the cat in the water butt which they clean it out in the holidays and they will be sure to find her and we were all treated with tea and I did not like to refuse as they might have suspext something. Last night we had a stocking and bolster fight after we went to bed and I fougt a little lad with a big bolster his name is Bill Barnacle and I knocked his eye out with a stone in my stocking but no body knows who did it because we were all in the dark so I could not see no harm in it. Dear Dick send me directly your Wattses Hyms to show for I burnt mine and a lump of cobblers wax for the masters chair on breaking up day and some small shot to pepper the people with my quill gun and eighteen pence in coppers to shy at the windows as we ride through the villiage and make it one and ninepence for there's a good many as Ive a spite against yourself and meet me at the Elephant and Castle and if there's room on the coach you can get up for I want to give you some crackers to let off as soon as we get home while they are all a Kissing of me Your affectionate brother Timothy Sly. | ⚹ ♒ ☿ |
| 5 | many | |
| 6 | aldermen | |
| 7 | will be | |
| 8 | hung in | |
| 9 | chains; | |
| 10 | ||
| ☽ ♀ ♊ ♍ | ||
| 11 | ||
| a dreadful | ||
| 12 | ||
| doom! | ||
| 13 | ||
| 14 | ♂ ☽ ☌ ♏ | |
| 15 | ||
| but not | ||
| 16 | ||
| so dreadful | ||
| 17 | ||
| 18 | ♏ ⚹ | |
| 19 | ||
| as | ||
| 20 | ||
| their final | ||
| 21 | ||
| sentence, | ||
| 22 | ||
| viz. | ||
| 23 | ||
| 24 | ♄ ♃ ♂ ☉ | |
| 25 | Christmas Day. Grand Council of Nice. | |
| to be | ||
| 26 | ||
| 27 | anthropophagized, | |
| 28 | Innocents. Lamb's Holiday. Celebration of Lord Melbourne's acquittal. | |
| 29 |  | ♄ ♐ ♎ |
| 30 | or | |
| 31 | Silvester (Daggerwood?) | devoured! |
THE CRIER'S SONG.
Good people all,
Both great and small,