At last there came a pause of brutal force; The cur was silent, for his jaws were full Of tangled locks of tarry wool; The man had whooped and bellowed till dead hoarse, And thus it stammered from a stander-by "Zounds! my good fellow,- it quite makes me why It really my dear fellow - do just try Conciliation! " Stringing his nerves like flint, The sturdy butcher seized upon the hint, At least he seized upon the foremost wether, And hugged and lugged and tugged him neck and crop If tails come off he did n't care a feather,- Again-good-humoredly to end our quarrel Whereto is tied a moral. Once on a time a certain English lass Was seized with symptoms of such deep decline, Accordingly, the grisly Shade to bilk, Robbing a shaggy suckling of a foal Which got proportionably spare and skinny Meanwhile the neighbors cried "Poor Mary Ann! When, lo! to prove each prophet was a ninny, To aggravate the case, There were but two grown donkeys in the place; No matter at the usual hour of eight "Your sarvant, Miss,-a werry spring-like day,- So runs the story, And, in vain self-glory, Some Saints would sneer at Gubbins for his blindness; But what the better are their pious saws To ailing souls, than dry hee-haws, Without the milk of human kindness? A TABLE OF ERRATA. (Hostess loquitur.) The summons is given; It's only gone seven, And should have been six; There's fine overdoing In roasting and stewing, And victuals past chewing And never will learn The lamp would n't burn, : Now then for some blunder That fish is a riddle! A Turbot! a fiddle! It's quite over-boiled too, That Cook shall not stop! As sure as the morning, I know I am blushing Friends flatter and flatter, That nothing comes next? I'm born to be vext! The pudding brought on too, The plague that he is? He's off on some ramble: And there is Miss Campbell, Enjoying the scramble, Detestable Quiz! The veal they all eye it, An Ogre would shy it Each drop of the fat. The beef without mustard! My fate's to be flustered, And there comes the custard To eat with the hare! Such flesh, fowl, and fishing, Such waiting and dishing, I cannot help wishing A woman might swear! O dear! did I ever To send up the brawn! That woodcocks are drawn! It's really audacious! I cannot look gracious; That came for a cram ! Were boiled with the ham! Well, where is the curry? No, Cook's in no hurry A stoppage again! A pretty provider ! By bringing up cider Instead of champagne ! My troubles come faster! And hardly can sit : He cannot help seeing, |