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othe / The @ bret comes—and Mr. Stubbs the ladie 28) | health proposes—_ Then sacred to the. wine that flows i 1s. Need we. detail” iow all this ends? kins falls * | ee Dil- Beneath the table, while he. re er bette calls ; aan d Mr. Stubbs dis like Whigs . Old Uncle Joe < _ang 'Tories, et Dobson" tells the rest a thousand curious ries Next morning Uncle J ongph strikes the Dilkins? his will, Becaue the treat they gave for him has made him very ill » ‘The use of asking ae dinevis therefore still a question— Your relatives you ne’er must seek to kill through indi gestion! ! “Bravo! bravo!” shouted Captain Wals- ingham. “Bravo!” cried the Poet, at the top of a Voice repdere almost unintelligible by ine- briety. “When I was in Tartary, we used to sing national airs, as we yalloped along at the rate of fifty ‘miles an hour,” obse Captain singham, “ Indeed the n rses 5 go so quick yi pat Goanty, that . the course of t Inu get from a Fila where the wind is north-west, to another where it is blowing a dae south.” “KE rdinary !” cried the Poet. 4 But who will favor us with the next eons. og” “IT willy” ejacwated Captain lsingham “Here is one for the first of May—May-day, you know—o the ara! sweeps dance.” * - ; - os * 0% ' n “" ’ * DIALOGUE. ‘ Ls Pray who? s ne tit nimbly Com ‘Nary—bring 2) f-penny down!— ue Pm the feller as swept your § at is danging, SO sithich obleeged for the brown.— schooling has been neglected ! is kind father’s dead ?— —he’s a tinker as is yoy much re- w spec z r An’ th mornin’ he’s thepk id bed.— Porchance, tis a fixed on. Todance. Does Yt mamma live still 2— » Yes, Ma’am—at this moment she’s sjayin? at Brixton Vith a gentleman as keeps mill.— ~~ ; 4 heres child that they ’ve | a ABROAD. hosts” fair daughters all ef 179 oa child he is muserably clad @how ‘ shocking! ¥ lad o give him some clothe easin!— nk’ee Ma’arn—but I does’ neva RRS i ‘st kine. Td rayther have a quartern gin! “That’s very good, ” said the Poet; Ait but I can do something better than that.” Py Captain Walsingham very coolly and de-» liberately assured the Poet in figurative language that he was uttering a condemned untruth. “T can't sing,” said the Poet: “ bu t Tcan do what you can’t. Ill make five 1e3 - any word in the Bgl h nigoage you ik e. ry) ; “Well then—Xerzes, Captain Walsingham, after a rt ie and rit stand a bottle of anyt you like, if you do! The Poet cSthialy ‘ed for a few moments, and then Gommencedigs follows:—._ . ty LINES ON EDMUND sunk ms If [ were only halfso great as Xerxes, & i’d rule the nation with a righteous hand ; But not on despot principles like Burke's. Reflections upon France none understand. He takes 2 popes he shirks his» His | Own chosen thesis, himself had planned, Through ev’ry page invariably there lurks his Venomous en of a mighty land ; And bay he enters on the theme, he wotks his 7 UL: eauaee where nought aan ogic Racaribies houses built on sand ;— But fifteen hundred pounds a year were stronger Reas’ning than common sense ; aud so we'll chide no longer. ¢ Pick ube & Sill you have ?”. d Captain Walsin am of the Poet, w e applause which followed this effi F igen ni into a dying er “Port, to be sure,” was the reply ; one the waiter, in his astonishment and joy a U1 i, fay mor grov’lling than es Turk’sd 2 . 9 ¢ having an order for wine, actually Mocead “ it without adulterating the liquid or steal- ‘ing more than one glass from the bottle. “Does the Evcentrie Club meet here now ?” inquir ‘ed Captain Walsingham, while Master Peter Muggins surveyed the place, the 7 ceedings, the Port, and ti with the nost “unfeigned delight. “ Yes, Sir,” answered the waiter. » At this moment the old gentleman in the corner awoke from his nap, and called | for a segar. © rial . “We have drank your health were asleep, | Mr. Ogle,” said Captairi Wa singham ; “ and must now call upon & 1e people, 2? LOO co “Si