For your heart is as hard as a stone;

But she means to be married next week;

Then she'll 'do what she likes with her own.'

AUGUST.——Bathing at Brighton.

1836.]AUGUST.
Perhaps the Minister has passed the budget, and given the Houses leave to trudge it;—the lawyer folds his brief, with little grief;—closed are the Halls, against all calls;—John Doe and Richard Roe may go;—the debtor breathes, respited from mishap; and Bailiffs, wanting jobs, may keep a Tap.
MSeason'sOdd Matters.WEATHER.
DSigns.
1In
2GermanyBRIGHTON.
3theyWell here, once more, on Brighton's shore,the end of
  We're safe arrived at last;
4restSo, Mister Snip, don't have the hyp,☽ ♓ ☌ ☍
  Nor look so overcast.
5their my
We've not been here this many a year;
6heads  So do not look so blue,
But sport your cash, and cut a dash,divining
7betwixt  As other people do.
8a pairThere's Mistress Skait,-she wouldn't wait,rod,
  But off she tripp'd so gaily:
9ofShe struts along amid the throng:⚹ ♈ ♃ ♐ ♊
  Her husband isn't scaly.
10feather ☉ ♐ ♓
There's Mistress Wick, and little Dick,
11beds;  Have come to have a dipping;and
And there's her niece, who's been to Greece,
12a famous  Is now all over dripping.
exploring
13plan, IAnd oh, what fun! there's Martha Gunn
  (But no, that gun's gone off),
14will beBut only look at that sea-cookthe mazes
  A-sousing Mrs. Gough.
15bound,
Well, I declare, there's Mrs. Wareof
16while(She's every where, I think)—
Her spouse, I know, is quite her beau,
17frost &  And never spares the chink.☉ ♃ ♐ ♂ ☍
18snowAnd, last of all, there's Mr. Ball,
  Who promis'd Mrs. B—futurity,
19are onAnd kindly has redeem'd his pledge,—
  That she should see the sea.
20the with the
So, Mister Snip, don't have the hyp,
21ground,  Nor look so monstrous blue;
But sport your cash, and cut a dash,heedfulness
22but  As other people do.
23in the ♎ ♅ ☉ ♐
24Dog
of one, who,
25Days'
knowing
26raging
the
27heat, I
28shouldn't ♃ ♉ ♒ ☽
29think it weightiness
30such a of the
31treat.

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THEATRE ROYAL, ENGLISH UPROAR.—The Proprietor respectfully announces that, while the cold weather lasts, he will present each visitor to the Boxes or Pit with a bucket of "thick-ribbed ICE;" and assures the Public that the temperature of the Theatre is so comfortably regulated that it is never more than 50 degrees below the freezing point.


THEATRE ROYAL, DREARY LANE.—This