. Punch . Shakspeares Nurse. Britannia did her son discard,— Poor Shakspeare left at home to pine,— When thou didst kindly nurse the bard :For that I 11 be your Tbe Political Pirouettist. Sure there is none but thou could glideWith so much grace from side to side ;Why to so many ways incline,False, fickle, faithless Valentine ? Tbe Civic Jeremy Oiddler. Jeremy Diddler—very odd it looks,That you are in so many folks good books ;Oh, may your name neer be in books of mine !I will not have you for a Valentine. Tbe Prince of Sportsmen. My sportsman bold, oh, is it true,Hundreds you kill

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. Punch . Shakspeares Nurse. Britannia did her son discard,— Poor Shakspeare left at home to pine,— When thou didst kindly nurse the bard :For that I 11 be your Tbe Political Pirouettist. Sure there is none but thou could glideWith so much grace from side to side ;Why to so many ways incline,False, fickle, faithless Valentine ? Tbe Civic Jeremy Oiddler. Jeremy Diddler—very odd it looks,That you are in so many folks good books ;Oh, may your name neer be in books of mine !I will not have you for a Valentine. Tbe Prince of Sportsmen. My sportsman bold, oh, is it true,Hundreds you killd at one battue 9Had Fortune cast your lot in trade,Zounds, what a poultrer you d have made !

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