. Gallery of comicalities : . <£3yku£ ^Vhat fearful vision strikes thy sight,What phantom haunts thy brain,That thus thou startest with affright,Thou sooty visaged Thane ? No dagger stained with blood I view,To fill my soul with dread;But SPIRITS pale of ruin blueOf Deady—not the dead — To clutch thee how this breast doth throb,Thou source of purest pleasure,Fain would I wash my sooty gobFrom yon Imperial measure ! Soon may the cordial max be mine,My sinking heart to cheer;So my grim soul no more shall pineOn Intermediate Beer. • And when the fluid warms my flue,Rousd by the generous
. Gallery of comicalities : . <£3yku£ ^Vhat fearful vision strikes thy sight,What phantom haunts thy brain,That thus thou startest with affright,Thou sooty visaged Thane ? No dagger stained with blood I view,To fill my soul with dread;But SPIRITS pale of ruin blueOf Deady—not the dead — To clutch thee how this breast doth throb,Thou source of purest pleasure,Fain would I wash my sooty gobFrom yon Imperial measure ! Soon may the cordial max be mine,My sinking heart to cheer;So my grim soul no more shall pineOn Intermediate Beer. • And when the fluid warms my flue,Rousd by the generous stuff, Im if Im the Faker who Shall first cry, Hold—enougli! GALLERY OF COMICALITIES.—No. V. ILLUSTRATIONS OF THE DRAMA the school for scandal. ^uT^avj^ fihuMM) tUu^l^ Kjtre (koj k Styzw h^^i^. K. CruiksJiaiik. What relish to the tea you sip,How smoothly it goes down, If a poor friend has made a slip,Or sufferd Fortunes frown. Well! these are shocking things I hear, To doubt I much incline ;At any rate, you know, my dear, Its no concern of mine. But if such courses folks will chose, And many do not doubt us, you know, theres some excuse, If we should talk about it. •Theres something more, I plainly seeWhich you dont chose to utter; Do make a confidant of me—Do take some bread and butter. Scandals a most delightful theme—A spring that neer will fail ; But, Tabitha, you little dream,Youre scalding Pussys tail ! Like the wilii maniac is )Our breath— Of all mankind the pest—Who scatters poison, ruin, death. Then cries. Twas but in jest ! GALLERY OF VL ILLUSTRATIONS OF THE DRAMA EVERY MAN HAS HIS FAULT.
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