. The choice works of Thomas Hood, in prose and verse. Davys turban ;He told how auctioneering Mr Fielding Knockd down a lot without a bidding,—How Mr Miles, in fright, had given his mare The whip she wouldnt bear,—At Pmspect House, how Doctor Gates, not Titus, Danced like Saint Vitus,—And Mr Beak, through powders misbehaving, Cut ofthis nose v/hilst shaving ;—When suddenly, with words that seemd like swearing,Beyond a Licensers belief or bearing—Broke in the stuttering, sputtering Mr Gammage—•Who is to pay us, sir—he argued thus, For loss of cus-cus-cus-cus-cus-cus-cus—Cus-custom, and the
. The choice works of Thomas Hood, in prose and verse. Davys turban ;He told how auctioneering Mr Fielding Knockd down a lot without a bidding,—How Mr Miles, in fright, had given his mare The whip she wouldnt bear,—At Pmspect House, how Doctor Gates, not Titus, Danced like Saint Vitus,—And Mr Beak, through powders misbehaving, Cut ofthis nose v/hilst shaving ;—When suddenly, with words that seemd like swearing,Beyond a Licensers belief or bearing—Broke in the stuttering, sputtering Mr Gammage—•Who is to pay us, sir—he argued thus, For loss of cus-cus-cus-cus-cus-cus-cus—Cus-custom, and the ? Now many a person had been fairly puzzledBy such assailants, and comnletely muzzled ;Baker, however, was not dashd with case,But proved he practised after their own system,And with small ceremony soon dismissd em,Putting these words into their ears like fleas : If I do have a blow, well, wheres the oddity ?I merely do as other tradesmen do. You, sir,—and you—and you !Im only puffing off my own commodity !. Urging the Sail of your own Work, 507 THE WOODEN LEG* Peregrine and Gauntlet heard the sound of the stump af^cendine the wooden staircaseUrith such velocity, that they at first mistook it for the application of drum-sticks to tlie headof an cinpiy banel.—Peregrine Pickle, EVER since the year 1799, I have had, in coachman phrase, anoff leg and a near one ; the right limb, thanks to a twelve-pounder, lies somewhere at , its twin-brother being atthis moment under a table at Brighton. In plain English, I have awooden leg. Being thus deprived of half of the implements for march-ing, I equitably retired, on half-pay, from a marching re,L;iment, andembarked what remained of my body for the land of its nativity,literally fulfilling the description of man, with one foot on sea andone on shore, in the Shakesperean song. A great deal has been said and sung of our wooden walls andhearts of oak, but legs of ditto make but an ingl
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