. The ball of yarn;. r a student came near last he said, in a low voice, to some who came near him at table, You are English, gentlemen, I observe ? Most extraordinary people,these German students ; as a body, raving mad, gentlemen. -1 Oh no,said somebody; only excitable, but very good fellows, and very sensi-ble. By heavens sir! returned the old gentleman, still more dig-turbed, then theres something political in it, and I am a marked 1 went out for a little walk this morning, after shaving, and while I wasgone—he fell into a terrible perspiration as he told it— they burst intomy
. The ball of yarn;. r a student came near last he said, in a low voice, to some who came near him at table, You are English, gentlemen, I observe ? Most extraordinary people,these German students ; as a body, raving mad, gentlemen. -1 Oh no,said somebody; only excitable, but very good fellows, and very sensi-ble. By heavens sir! returned the old gentleman, still more dig-turbed, then theres something political in it, and I am a marked 1 went out for a little walk this morning, after shaving, and while I wasgone—he fell into a terrible perspiration as he told it— they burst intomy bed-room, tore up my sheets, and are now patrolling the town in alldirections with bits of em in their button-holes. In the confusion thestudents had gone in the wrong room. Three Fish for Dinner.— Now, waiter, whats to pay ? Whathave you had, sir ? *.« Three fish. Only brought up two, sir. No,three ; I had two mackerel and one smelt: When does a Judge contemplate employing rogues? When he takesthem on THE PLAIN , young woman, I dont allow any Beaux or Cousins SONG OF THE MAID-OF-ALL-WORK An active maid-of-all-work I, Accustomd wooden floors to scrub,Can roast a joint or make a pie, Have no objection to the tub;Am of a sentimental turn, Detest the busy heartless tales of love I proudly spurn, And wish no followers allowd.* For honeyd words I do not care, They throw no magic spell around me,But for propriety so rare My tea and sugar must be found me:Of love I never felt the flame, To say it I may well be proud,The candle ends I always claim, When Ive no followers allowd.** Gadding out with Beaux to treat, No missus eer will find me tripping,Unto myself I always keep, I, by-the-by, expect the dripping :Ive often turnd in sewn aside When milkmen have affection vowd,And I have said with honest pride There ar*nt no followers allowd.* Tiii .1 r *n
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