. The choice works of Thomas Hood, in prose and verse. pon his means. soldier?—there he has not nerveajA sailor seldom lays up pelf:A baker?—no, a baker customer before himself. * Comic Annual, 1S31, MY SON AND HEIR. 653 IX. Dresser of hair?~thats not the sort;A joiner jars with his desire—A churchman ?—^James is very cannot to a church aspire. A lawyer?—thats a hardish term iA publisher might give him ease,If he could into Longmans fiim,Just plunge at once^ in medias Rees. A shop for pot, and pan, and cup,Such brittle stock 1 cant advise;A builder lunning houses up
. The choice works of Thomas Hood, in prose and verse. pon his means. soldier?—there he has not nerveajA sailor seldom lays up pelf:A baker?—no, a baker customer before himself. * Comic Annual, 1S31, MY SON AND HEIR. 653 IX. Dresser of hair?~thats not the sort;A joiner jars with his desire—A churchman ?—^James is very cannot to a church aspire. A lawyer?—thats a hardish term iA publisher might give him ease,If he could into Longmans fiim,Just plunge at once^ in medias Rees. A shop for pot, and pan, and cup,Such brittle stock 1 cant advise;A builder lunning houses gains are stories—maybe lies ! Xlt. A coppersmith I cant endure—Nor petty usher A, B, C-ing ;A publican no father suieWould be the author of his being! XIII. A paper-maker?—come he mustTo rags before he sells a sheet—A miller?—all his toil is justTo make a meal—he does not cat XIV. A currier?—that by favour goes—A chandler gives me great misgiving —An undertaker?—one of tho.^eThat do not hope to get their living I. :|lllll iiiiiiiiiiiiiiuiMMiiMniilllillThe ianiily Library. XV. Three golden balls ?—I like them not;An au( tioneer I never did —The victim of a slavish lot,Obliged to do as he is bid I broker watching fall and riseOi slock?—Id rather deal in stone,—A piuiiier?—there his toils compiiseAnolliers work beside Ins uvvu. 654 Sir SON AKD HEIR. A cooper?—neither I nor JemHave any taste or turn for that—A fish retailer?—but with him,One part of trade is always flat. XVIII. A painter?—long he would not live—An artists a precarious craft—In trade apothecaries give,But very seldom take, a draught. XIX. A glazier ?—what if he should smash!A Crispin he shall not be made— A grazier may be losing he drives a roaring trade Well, something must be done! to lookOn all my little works around—James is too big a boy, like hook,To leave upon the shelf unbound. But what to do ?--jny temples acheFrom evening
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