Wine in a Ferment and Spirits in Hot Water.
APRIL.—Greenwich Park.
| 1836] | APRIL. | ||
|---|---|---|---|
| Well, neighbour, what do the papers say | |||
| About "The Wisdom collective?" | |||
| Oh! their Honours are busied by night and day | |||
| With a list of The Lords elective: | |||
| For like old London Bridge, they declare, for years | |||
| They've been sadly obstructed by too many peers. | |||
| M | Season's | Odd Matters. | WEATHER. |
| D | Signs. | ||
| 1 | Sloshy | ||
| 2 | squashy | "EASTER MONDAY." | budding |
| 3 | are | Can poet's quill, | ♄ ♊ ♌ ☿ ⚹ |
| Or painter's skill, | |||
| 4 | the | Depict the joy | |
| Of 'Prentice Boy, | ☉ ♊ | ||
| 5 | streets, | On that bright fun day, | |
| Easter Monday? | reputation, | ||
| 6 | sloppy | ||
| Can rhetorician or logician | |||
| 7 | droppy | Describe with aught that's like precision | ☉ ♄ ♊ |
| The rapture that dilates his soul, | |||
| 8 | all | Now his own master, and beyond control? | and |
| His fancy soars aloft, like a sky-rocket! | |||
| 9 | one | Where shall he go? | not to put |
| He doesn't know, | |||
| 10 | meets; | Although "the world's before him where to choose," | the same |
| And he's got on a bran new pair of shoes, | |||
| 11 | Haber- | And two bright shillings in his trousers' pocket. | |
| 12 | dashers | Perhaps he'll join the merry throng | ♄ ♊ ☿ ♂ ⚹ |
| Who love the dance and song; | |||
| 13 | mantua- | Or, drawn by Astley's horses, go, | into |
| And "struggling for the foremost row," | |||
| 14 | makers | Enjoy the feats of fam'd Ducrow; | jeopardy |
| Or at the Circus, as they us'd to call it, | |||
| 15 | look as | Clamour and bawl it; | by |
| And, like a little savage, | |||
| 16 | grave as | Shout "Bravo Davidge!" | |
| Who, Richard-like, disdains to yield, | ⚹ ♊ ☉ ♄ | ||
| 17 | under- | And "saddles white Surrey for the field." | |
| Or else some fellow-'prentice tells | any crude | ||
| 18 | takers, | The joys he'd quaff at Sadler's Wells. | |
| or hasty | |||
| 19 | for | While these temptations try to start him, | |
| A sudden fancy comes athwart him,— | |||
| 20 | shopping | "Well, only think!—why, I declare, | |
| I'd quite forgot there's Greenwich Fair! | ☉ ♂ ☌ ☍ | ||
| 21 | ladies | And won't I have a precious lark | |
| Down One-Tree Hill in Greenwich Park!" | guesses or | ||
| 22 | forced | ||
| speculations | |||
| 23 | to | ||
| 24 | house | ||
| ☉ ☿ ♂ | |||
| 25 | now | ||
| thereupon, | |||
| 26 | stay | ||
| as is the | |||
| 27 | at home | ||
| 28 | to | ☉ ♂ ♃ ♄ ♊ | |
| 29 | worry | wont | |
| 30 | spouse. | of those | |
Advertisements and Paragraphs Extraordinary.
Extraordinary Circumstance.—Yesterday, a shabbily-dressed, half-genteel, poetical-looking sort of man, suddenly fell down in one of the gin-palaces in St. Giles's; after having, as it was supposed, put an end to his existence, by swallowing a quartern of Deady's Best. On taking him, however, to the Station House, and administering large doses of cold water (to which his stomach manifested a particular antipathy by repeatedly serving it with an ejectment), he was sufficiently recovered to give some account of himself; but the following lines, written on the back of a dirty tobacco paper, found in his pocket, will sufficiently explain the cause of the rash act. It will be seen that he was a man of letters, tho' (judging from his reservedness) of very few words.
To Robert Short, Esq. M.P.
Dear Bob,—I know that U'll XQQQ
The wailings of a mournful MUUU.
While U, my friend, are at your EEE,