. Gallery of comicalities : . 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 th
. Gallery of comicalities : . 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. Kolot ScyjiiOJtr. Old Snip deceasd, his hopeful heir, To earn an honest bob,Has opend shop for leather ware. And turned a drunken Snob : A pair of dancing slippers bring— Let them be small enough ;I wish to have them quite the thing, And let the soles be buff. Buff soles I havent in my shop; All that were here are gone ;But, Madam, heres a prime buff top— Do please to try it on. How dare you treat a Lady so ? Begone, you saucy brute !Your conduct all the town shall know— Try on a fellows boot! Why, Maam, youre somewhat out of tune, And rather too particular;Ive had a drop this afternoon, And cant stand perpendicular. You see, Maam, Im a jolly dog— My throat is always dry ;And when Ive had my whack of grog, Why, damn the shop ! say I. G 2 GALLERY OF COMICALITIES-No. XXII. THE DRUNKARDS PROGRESSstp:p the eighth.
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