The Table book; . London citizensproudly patronise the preceding and suc-ceeding engagements of Tasting am, sir. Your brother cit. An Old Taster. CURIOUS SIGN. For the Table Book. A little learning is a dangerous thing. So said Pope, and so say I. At HaltonEast, near Skipton-in Craven, the followinginscription arrests the attention of everypasser-by :— Watkinsons ACADAM> Whatever man has done man may do Also Dealer in Groceries, &c. Tim. T ORDERS TO MARCH. The following parody, on a stanza of the Blue Bonnets over the Border, is putforth, as an advertisement, by a hatter, atBrighton,
The Table book; . London citizensproudly patronise the preceding and suc-ceeding engagements of Tasting am, sir. Your brother cit. An Old Taster. CURIOUS SIGN. For the Table Book. A little learning is a dangerous thing. So said Pope, and so say I. At HaltonEast, near Skipton-in Craven, the followinginscription arrests the attention of everypasser-by :— Watkinsons ACADAM> Whatever man has done man may do Also Dealer in Groceries, &c. Tim. T ORDERS TO MARCH. The following parody, on a stanza of the Blue Bonnets over the Border, is putforth, as an advertisement, by a hatter, atBrighton, named March. March ! March ! has the best hats to sell, Try him, youll find him no wily deceiver;March !—march! go and hell use you IS the warehouse for buying a then, my masters,Doff your old castors,Raggett and torn, or howeer in disorder:For a new topper, aRound hat or opera,March is the man, so give him an 1 Mareii I has the best hats to sdl, «:c 638, THE TABLE TUB BLOOM-MAKERS AT SHIRLEY COMMON, SURRET., A homely picture of a homely place,Where rustic labour plies its honest gains a competence. On a fine snmmei i lay I aiglited, withmy friend W , fi-om llie roof of a stage-coach at Croydon, for a by-way walk, ina part unknown to both. We struck tothe eastward throus^h Addiscombe — itIS scarcely a village, and only remarkablefor the East India Company having seatedk with a military establishment; which, aspeaceable persons, we had desire tosee, though we could not help observingsome cannon in a meadow, as smooth-shaven, and with as little of nature-likeaspect, as a drill-sergeants face. Furtheronward we oiet a well-raounted horseman,whom some of my old readers may easilyimagine 1 could not fail to remember— < mine host of the < Swar. at WestWickham—the recognition was mutualand being in search of an adventure, Iasked him for a direction to any little pub-lie-house within a mile or two, that wasworth look
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