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A STRICT SENSE OF DUTY: OR THE SUFFERINGS OF A CONSCIENTIOUS MODEL.
“Ah ! That's CAPITAL! Now KINDLY KEEP THAT YAWN, PLEASE."
" Hello! Here I SAY! Pheugh !! Cox—!!!
in the silt,
posit, Secreting in silex its gneiss
inspired guilt, As the skeleton hides in its
closet. The Hyleg is up, likean Irish M.P., Asking horary questions all
round ; And the Fortunate Signs at their
five o'clock tea In bilingual bathos are bound. Here CLAUDIUS PTOLEMY 's play
ing at Nap,
Virgo's soft lap,
tho bland Imum Cæli,
May wander at will o'er the
wold ; The Heliocentric may perorate
freely, And Saturn in sextile may
scold; But never again whilst Ecliptics
cavort In wild hexagon waltz round
the Sun, Shall the happy Ephemeris sit up
and snort, Or—but here comes my keeper;
him fast are fiowing,
'Tis sitting at a feast, with a bald iliwilliti
head, *Oh! BY JOVE! IT's WORSE THAN EVER! I'M OFF!!”
And a fat red-nosed wailer on it [Model is left silting!! blowing !
ÆSOP UP TO DATE. THE PHILOSOPHER AND THE WELL. (Theosophy and its Disciples.)
THE FOX AND THE CROW. (Marriage for Money.)