DECEMBER.
| 1835.] | DECEMBER. | ||
|---|---|---|---|
| At length, I've come to the end of my tether; | |||
| I've told you all about the weather, | |||
| And a great deal more, take it altogether, | |||
| So now my twelvemonth's work is done, | |||
| I'm your obedient,—Rigdum Fun. | |||
| M | Season's | Odd Matters. | WEATHER. |
| D | Signs. | ||
| 1 | head | ||
| Take note, | |||
| 2 | back | BOXING DAY. | |
| ☌ ♉ ⚹ ♀ ♊ | |||
| 3 | belly | Of all the joys the seasons bring, | |
| (And most, alas! have flown away,) | frost | ||
| 4 | knees | I dearly do delight to sing | |
| The pleasures of a Boxing Day. | and snow | ||
| 5 | teeth | ||
| For then a host of smiling folks | ♓ ♐ | ||
| 6 | toes | Are anxious their respects to pay, | |
| And tell me (would it were a hoax!) | may be | ||
| 7 | nose | That, 'if I please,' it's Boxing Day. | |
| expected | |||
| 8 | aching | Those doleful Waits, who've lain in wait, | |
| To scare my balmy sleep away, | this month, | ||
| 9 | quaking | Like bravoes, who've despatch'd their job, | |
| Now claim reward on Boxing Day. | |||
| 10 | chattering | ⚹ ♄ ♓ ☉ ♄ | |
| The Milkmaid, who deals out sky-blue, | |||
| 11 | clattering | (Her tally's double-scor'd, they say,) | but |
| With smiling face, of rosy hue, | |||
| 12 | freezing | A curtsey drops on Boxing Day. | be not sure |
| 13 | sneezing | The Baker's man, who brings me bread | of their |
| As heavy as a lump of clay, | |||
| 14 | O rare | And bricks as hard as any stone, | coming, |
| I can't refuse on Boxing Day. | |||
| 15 | Christmas | ♀ ♐ ♄ ♑ ♊ | |
| As I was walking in the street, | |||
| 16 | fare | I met the Butcher with his tray; | then shall |
| He thrust the corner in my eye,— | |||
| 17 | a fig | I'll think of him on Boxing Day. | you |
| 18 | for care | The Scavenger, who plaster'd me, | not be |
| When dress'd in wedding-suit so gay, | |||
| 19 | kiss | Now hopes I 'von't forget, d'ye see, | disappointed |
| As how that this here's Boxing Day.' | |||
| 20 | below | ||
| My house on fire—no turncock found; | ♐ ☽ ♀ ♉ | ||
| 21 | the | My house burnt down—he came to say, | |
| He hop'd that I'd reward his zeal, | and | ||
| 22 | misteltoe | And think of him on Boxing Day. | |
| if it be | |||
| 23 | laugh | The Bellman, Dustman, Chimney-sweep, | |
| Bring up the rear in smart array, | |||
| 24 | quaff | And all get drunk, and strip to fight, | ♃ ☌ ♈ ⊕ ♐ |
| To prove it is a Boxing Day. | |||
| 25 | never | fine summer | |
| 26 | fear | weather, | |
| 27 | with | then | |
| 28 | merry | I say again | |
| 29 | glee | ♐ ♀ ☉ | |
| 30 | conclude | bethink you | |
| 31 | the year | of the Comet | |
VALEDICTION.
Farewell, my merry gentlemen,—let nothing you dismay;
But take good heart, for tho' we part, we'll meet another day;
I hope, next year, when, never fear, I'll have enough to say,
And bring tidings of comfort and joy.
To start fair game has been my aim, and make imposture smart;
To raise a laugh at many a calf the object of my heart,
And "shoot at Folly as she flies," and fix her with my dart;