Till I've almost become one; as the song says, I'm a float!
Come soles, brill, flounders, fresh or salt; however flat ye be,
Be sure you will not fail to find a greater flat in me.
THINGS TO BE BORNE IN MIND IN FEBRUARY.
Buy a bottle of reviver to renovate your coat and trousers for forthcoming parties. Rout up old kid gloves, and send them to be cleaned.
That, on the 14th, if there is any one you wish to insult, it can be done cheaply and anonymously by a valentine, without the chance of being tricked in return; whilst the shaft rankles the more, because it is not known who has sent it.
Do not accept an invitation to Hampshire for wild-duck shooting, unless you wish to catch a rheumatism that will last you for life. This sport consists in sitting all night up to the knees in mud, half frozen, armed with a long gun, which your fingers are too cold to let off. This, however, is your only chance of safety, as, if it did go off, the recoil would knock you backwards, and you would never get up again.
In early times the greater part of the month was dedicated to the Saxon god, Thaw.
FIRE ESCAPES.
The frequency of accidents from fire renders some certain method of escape desirable. The following have received medals:—