For none but nincompoops and fools
Let "dead men push them from their stools."
(Signed) Rigdum Funnidos.
| JANUARY. | [1836. | ||
|---|---|---|---|
| "Kind Reader!" (as old Francis always said,) | |||
| Beware of counterfeits, for Frank is dead; | |||
| Some Quack survives—physician—if he will, | |||
| To swallow, of our physic, many a pill. | |||
| We'll spread the caustic 'midst the town's applause, | |||
| And thank the public that the blister draws. | |||
| M | Season's | Odd Matters. | WEATHER. |
| D | Signs. | ||
| 1 | When it | ||
| My | |||
| 2 | freezes | "HARD FROST." | |
| profound | |||
| 3 | and | The day is clear, the frost is hard,— | |
| I very much incline, | |||
| 4 | blows | As I'm a dab, to have a skate | △ ⚹ ☉ |
| Upon the Serpentine. | |||
| 5 | take | ||
| There's Mr. Tait,—he cuts an eight; | prognostifications | ||
| 6 | care of | He cannot cut a nine; | |
| And I could cut as good a figure | |||
| 7 | your | On the Serpentine. | of the |
| 8 | nose | I hate the eight of Mr. Tait, | |
| For he's no friend of mine; | weather | ||
| 9 | that it | He used me once so ungenteely | |
| On the Serpentine. | |||
| 10 | doesn't | ||
| For in the tête of Mr. Tait | ☿ △ ♂ ☉ ⚹ | ||
| 11 | get | There harbour'd a design, | |
| To break the ice with Sophy Price | for | ||
| 12 | froze | Upon the Serpentine. | |
| the past | |||
| 13 | and | He cut in there, and cut me out | |
| Of my sweet Valentine, | year | ||
| 14 | wrap up | Which cut quite cut me to the heart, | |
| Upon the Serpentine. | |||
| 15 | your | ||
| She cut me, while I thought that I | □ ☌ ⚹ ☉ | ||
| 16 | toes in | Was cutting such a shine, | |
| By cutting out her pretty name | have all | ||
| 17 | warm | Upon the Serpentine. | |
| proved | |||
| 18 | worsted | So, Billy, bring my polish'd skates,— | |
| My love I wont resign; | so correct, | ||
| 19 | hose. | She meets her knight, I know, to-day, | |
| Upon the Serpentine. | |||
| 20 | At | ||
| And if my sweet wont follow suite, | □ ♄ | ||
| 21 | night | But still my suit decline, | |
| The thaw I'll wait, to seal my fate, | □ ☿ ♄ △ ♂ | ||
| 22 | ere you | All in the Serpentine. | |
| and | |||
| 23 | slip | ||
| I have | |||
| 24 | into | ||
| 25 | bed | ||
| ☉ □ △ | |||
| 26 | you | ||
| herein, | |||
| 27 | may | ||
| as well as | |||
| 28 | sip a | ||
| 29 | can of | ||
| ☍ ☌ △ ♄ | |||
| 30 | good | ||
| in all | |||
| 31 | flip. | ||
JANUARY.—"Hard Frost."
SLANGOLOGY.
"With many holiday and court-like phrase—"
Shakespeare's Henry IV., Part I.
Miss Arabella Wilhelmina Wiggins is the pattern of gentility: