But since (see Job) we are but worms,
Our destiny we fill,
No doubt, in being gobbled up
By some long lawyer's bill.
28 Hare Hunting ends. "Nemo est hæres viventis."—Blackstone.
FEBRUARY.—Frost Fair.
FROST FAIR:
A LAMENT. BY TOM TUG.
Vell, blow me tight, but here's a go! I can't hardly believe my eyes,
It's a rig'lar Bartlemy Fair afloat, vith its stalls, and peep-shows, and t'ys,