For if, Dear Rig., you'll only look,
All this, and more, is in my book.
The Comet, which has so long been looked for, suddenly made its appearance here on the 5th inst. between the hours of four and five in the morning, and the servant maids were pretty particularly astonished when they arose, to find that its tail had lighted all their fires, and boiled all their kettles for breakfast. For this piece of service they have christened it the "tail of love."—American Paper.
OCTOBER.—'St. Crispin's Day'
| 1836.] | OCTOBER. | ||
|---|---|---|---|
| The sum of Summer is cast at last, | |||
| And carried to Wintry season, | |||
| And the frighten'd leaves are leaving us fast; | |||
| If they stayed it would be high trees-on. | |||
| The sheep, exposed to the rain and drift, | |||
| Are left to all sorts of wethers, | |||
| And the ragged young birds must make a shift, | |||
| Until they can get new feathers. | |||
| M | Season's | Odd Matters. | WEATHER. |
| D | Signs. | ||
| 1 | Now | ||
| 2 | heroes | "ST CRISPIN'S DAY." | moweth |
| 3 | bold | AN ECLOGUE. | his grass, |
| 4 | in | CORDWAINERIUS. | ♀ ♃ ⊕ ♎ ♐ |
| 5 | leather | Arise, Cobblerius, cast thy awl away, | |
| The sun is up, and 'tis Saint Crispin's Day. | when he | ||
| 6 | breeches | Leave vulgar snobs to mend plebeian soles, | |
| For you and I will jollify, by goles! | should leave | ||
| 7 | do | ||
| COBBLERIUS. | them | ||
| 8 | leap | ||
| A seedy poet, lodging next the sky, | |||
| 9 | o'er | Came yesternight, entreating me to try | ♉ ☍ ♈ ♀ |
| And mend his understanding by the noon; | |||
| 10 | five | When that is done, I'm yours for a blue moon. | |
| standing; | |||
| 11 | barred | CORDWAINERIUS. | |
| 12 | gates | Then while you cobble, let us chaunt a stave: | ♒ ☿ ♊ ♍ ☽ |
| We're "Temp'rance" folks, so let the theme be grave. | |||
| 13 | and | Let's sing yon palace to the God of Gin: | |
| Who pipes the best, a pot of malt shall win. | the sick man | ||
| 14 | ditches | ||
| COBBLERIUS. | throweth off | ||
| 15 | the | ||
| I take your challenge—to your plan agree; | his | ||
| 16 | perils | Yon Costermonger shall our umpire be. | |
| warm | |||
| 17 | of | COSTERMONGERIUS. | |
| clothing, | |||
| 18 | the | I'm bottle-holder for a glass of max; | |
| So clear your pipes, my jolly cocks o' vax. | |||
| 19 | field | ☌ ♒ ☿ ♊ ♎ | |
| CORDWAINERIUS. | |||
| 20 | to | ⚹ ♏ ♀ | |
| "Here, sprightly folks, by spirits turn'd to sprites, | |||
| 21 | dare | Whose rosy cheeks are chang'd to lily whites, | ☿ ♄ |
| Caught in the snares of Gin, rue not their ruin, | |||
| 22 | and | But do their best, to do their own undoing!" | |
| when he | |||
| 23 | hunt | COBBLERIUS. | |
| 24 | that | "Rum customers, who're far more sad than funny, | should wrap |
| Here get no trust when they have spent their money: | |||
| 25 | furious | No pay no potion;—by this rule they stick; | |
| The lighted dial, only, goes on tick." | himself up | ||
| 26 | beast | ||
| CORDWAINERIUS. | |||
| 27 | the | ☊ ♓ ☋ ♌ | |
| "Here, Mothers, by some devilish fiend possest, | |||
| 28 | hare! | Drive their poor infants from the port of Breast; | closer; |
| And 'stead of mother's milk, whene'er they scream, | |||
| 29 | Oh, | Stop their shrill crying with a glass of cream." | ♀ ♏ ⚹ |
| 30 | courage | COBBLERIUS. | the |
| 31 | rare! | "Here compounds dire, which ne'er can cordials be, | ♂ ☽ ☌ ♄ |
| Turn seedy fellows into felos de se."— | |||
| COSTERMONGERIUS. | |||
| Just stow your magging, for you've piped enough, | |||
| And, blow me, if I ever heard sich stuff! | |||
| Vy, vhat's the hods, I'll be so bold to ax, | |||
| 'Twixt swilling heavy vet, and swigging max? | |||
| So stow your staves, and as it's chilly veather, | |||
| Ve'll mix the max and heavy vet together: | |||
| And then, my lads o' leather, you shall see | |||
| How cosily the mixture vill agree. | |||
ANNUAL REGISTER
OF
REMARKABLE OCCURRENCES.
Jan. 13th.—Three young men on the Serpentine cutting a figure of six, about nine in the morning of twelfth day, were two careless, though warned be-four, to weight the reading of the Society's "not-ice," so popped into sixteen feet water. They were speedily helped out of the ice-well, and resolved to cut away and not come again.
21st.—An Omnibus Cad was brought before the Lord Mayor, charged with having been guilty of civility to a passenger, by neglecting to bang the door against his stern, in time to throw him on his head. His Lordship said such conduct was unprecedented; but as the man, in extenuation, proved that he had cried "go on," while another gentleman was getting off, he thought the case did not call for interference. The culprit, however, was dismissed by the Paddington committee, lest his example should contaminate the others.