The Roxburghe ballads . hen the bands of thedifferent shows bailed her appearance, as a signal to strike up their melody ofdiscords. Richardson always pitched bis great booth in front of the , however, the fair has diminished; Richardson was not there in 1825,nor were there any shows of consequence. Horns ! horns ! were the customaryand chief cry, and the most conspicuous source of frolic ; they were in the hatand bonnet of almost every person in the rout.—Every-bay Book, 1825. Of course, the jests about Horning are multitudinous and indecorous. Theprotrusion of the fore-finger a
The Roxburghe ballads . hen the bands of thedifferent shows bailed her appearance, as a signal to strike up their melody ofdiscords. Richardson always pitched bis great booth in front of the , however, the fair has diminished; Richardson was not there in 1825,nor were there any shows of consequence. Horns ! horns ! were the customaryand chief cry, and the most conspicuous source of frolic ; they were in the hatand bonnet of almost every person in the rout.—Every-bay Book, 1825. Of course, the jests about Horning are multitudinous and indecorous. Theprotrusion of the fore-finger and little finger (making horns), while the fingersbetwixt them were crooked-down, was a well-understood sign of calling a persona Cuckold. Sometimes two contiguous fingers, extended like the letter V, wasdeemed sufficient. Witness the gesture of Hogarths Tom Idle, when sailing pastCuckolds Point on the Thames, and forewarned of the gibbets garnishing thehanks, trees that bore mellow fruit of pirates hanging in He shall dig Gravel next Horn-Fair.—p. 197.[These men belong to pp. 19, 194 ; the girl goes with pp. 117, 200, 232.] I 197 [Roxb. Coll., ; Pepys, ; Douce, ; Euing, 321; Jersey, I. 284.] Cfje ^colDing lifes Omtiicatton; ©r,&n gnsfoet to tfje ©uriblos (Complaint. Wfymin sfje sfjofos fojjatjust Eeasans sfje Jjao to txzxcm Stberitg oner f)er insufficientf^usoano. To the Tune of, The Cuckolds Complaint. [See p. 194.]Licensed according to been abusd of late, by some of the Poets Crew,Who says, I broke my Husbands pate, but this I did never do. Tis true I his ears did cuff, and gave him a kick or two ;For this 1 had just Cause enough, because he would nothing do. Hes lain like a log of wood, in bed, for a year or two,And wont afford me any good, he nothing at all would do. I am in my blooming prime, dear Neighbours, I tell you true, I am lo[ajth to lose my Teeming time, yet nothing at all hell do. [ lost. He says that I keep a Friend, b
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