. Gallery of comicalities : . Nymph of the Bar, accept my vows,And by that glass of cordial beady. In me youll find a fiiithful spouseFor love and liqour always ready. Let those two worthies have a dram,For, though Fm getting rather mellow. Youll always find me, as I am, A d d good natured jolly fellow. Come, keep the chalks all right, old dame,Ive got another glass before me— If I like max, am I to blame ? Why daddy did the same before me. Lauk, sir, you take me by surprise—But some men have a way so winning— You guess my wishes by my eyes ?--Im nearly tird of liquor spinning. I cannot bear t
. Gallery of comicalities : . Nymph of the Bar, accept my vows,And by that glass of cordial beady. In me youll find a fiiithful spouseFor love and liqour always ready. Let those two worthies have a dram,For, though Fm getting rather mellow. Youll always find me, as I am, A d d good natured jolly fellow. Come, keep the chalks all right, old dame,Ive got another glass before me— If I like max, am I to blame ? Why daddy did the same before me. Lauk, sir, you take me by surprise—But some men have a way so winning— You guess my wishes by my eyes ?--Im nearly tird of liquor spinning. I cannot bear to answer—No ; And as its cold and sloppy weather,Do let us ha\e, before you go, A drop of Cherry bounce together. Short be your courtship, worthy pair,With all the happiness you merit ; When both such cordial feelings shar£,No doubt it will proceed with spirit. » 20 GALLERY OF COMICALITIES.—No. XX. THE DRUNKARDS PROGRESS. STEP THE Farewell to courtships happy hours ! Hail to the joys of wedded life—How soon the sweets have turned to sours ! A drunken Husband—scolding Wife. Was it for this fair blooming , This scene of sad, domestic jar,That, by the wiles of man betrayd, You left the tap room and the bar 1 Why, thou unworthy slave of drink ! Thy partners peace thus plant a dagger in,And hastening to destructions brink, Steer homewards nightly drunk and staggering 1 You filthy wretch, what ! drunk again— Too soon will poverty assail us ;Cant you a single night refrain From tippling in that cursed ale-house ? You little dream, you worthless sot, What mischief oer your head is brewing, Youll part with everything weve gotAnd bring your wife and child to ruin. Why that Im fresh cant be denied,But steady, my good wench, go steady— For, l)y that flask you seek to hide,To RUIN you have got already ! GALLERY OF XXL THE DRUNKARDS PROGRESS STEP THE SEVENTH. lil] llJl
Size: 1759px × 1421px
Photo credit: © Reading Room 2020 / Alamy / Afripics
License: Licensed
Model Released: No
Keywords: ., bookcentury1800, bookdecade1880, booksubjectenglish, bookyear1880
