. The choice works of Thomas Hood, in prose and verse. ppression by clay and in her dreams. First she had a ti;^luness at her ehest,tiien in her limbs, then all over. She felt too big for her chair, thenfor her bed, then for her room, then for the house ! To divert herthought, my Uncle proposed to go to Paris ; but she was too huge fora boat, for a ;e, for a packet, for a frigate, for a country, for a con-tinent ! She was too big, she said, for this world ; but she wasgoing to one that is boundless. Nothing could wean her from this belief. Her whole tnlk was ofcumber grounds,
. The choice works of Thomas Hood, in prose and verse. ppression by clay and in her dreams. First she had a ti;^luness at her ehest,tiien in her limbs, then all over. She felt too big for her chair, thenfor her bed, then for her room, then for the house ! To divert herthought, my Uncle proposed to go to Paris ; but she was too huge fora boat, for a ;e, for a packet, for a frigate, for a country, for a con-tinent ! She was too big, she said, for this world ; but she wasgoing to one that is boundless. Nothing could wean her from this belief. Her whole tnlk was ofcumber grounds, of the burthen of the flesh, and of infinity,Sometimes her hend wandered, and she would then speak of disposingof the bulk of her personds. In the meantime, her health decayed slowly, but perceptibly. Shewas dying, the doctor said, by inches. Now my Uncle was a kind husband, and meant tenderly, though itsounded untender ; but when the doctor said that she was dying byinches— God forbid ! cried my Uncle. Consider what a great big crea-ture she is !. The Judges of A-Size. TIM TURPIN. A PATHETIC BALLAD. I. Tim Turpin he was gravel-blind,And neer had seen the skies : For Nature, when his head was made,Forgot to dot his eyes. TIM 7 UK PIN. 2t9 II. So, like a Christmas pedagogue,Poor Tim was forced to do— Look out for pupils ; for he hadA vacancy for two. III. Theres some have specs to help their sight Of objects dim and small :But Tim had specks within his eyes,And could not see at ail. IV. Now Tim he wood a servant took her to his arms ; For he, like Pyramus, had castA wall-eye on her charms. V. By day she led him up and down,Whereer he wishd to jog, A happy wife, althu she ledThe life of any dog. VI. But just when Tim had lived a mondl In honey with his wife,A sur^ieon oped his Milton eves, Like oysters, with a kniie. VII. But when his eyes were opend thus,He wishd them dark again : For when he lookd upon his wife,He saw her very plain. VIII. Her face was bad, her fi
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