. The choice works of Thomas Hood, in prose and verse. taves, swords, and a gun, a prong ortwo, moreover, glistened here and there. The kitchen door was occu-pied by the first rank of the column, their weapons all bristling inadvance ; and right opposite—at the further side of the kitchen, andholding all the army at bay—stood Hydrophobia in its most dreadfulform ! Conceive, Mulready ! under this horrible figure of speech, a round,goggle-eyed pu;4-face, supported by two stumpy bandy-legs—the fore-limbs of a long, pampered, sausage-like body, that rested on a similarpair of crotchets at the othe
. The choice works of Thomas Hood, in prose and verse. taves, swords, and a gun, a prong ortwo, moreover, glistened here and there. The kitchen door was occu-pied by the first rank of the column, their weapons all bristling inadvance ; and right opposite—at the further side of the kitchen, andholding all the army at bay—stood Hydrophobia in its most dreadfulform ! Conceive, Mulready ! under this horrible figure of speech, a round,goggle-eyed pu;4-face, supported by two stumpy bandy-legs—the fore-limbs of a long, pampered, sausage-like body, that rested on a similarpair of crotchets at the other end ! Not without short wheezy pant-ings, he began to waddle towards the guarded entry ; but before hehad accomplished a quarter of the distance, there resounded the reportof a musket. The poor Turnspit gave a yell—the little brown bloatedbody tumbled over, pierced by a dozen slugs, but not mortally ; forbefore the piece could be reloaded, he contrived to lap up a little pool•—from Bettys bucket—that had settled beside the hearth. 269. Drill and BroadcasL JOHN TROT. A BALLAD. John Trot he was as tall a ladAs York did ever rear— As his dear Granny used to say,Hed make a grenadier. II. A Serjeant soon came down to YorkWith ribbokis and a frill ; My lads, said he, let broadcast be,And come away to drill. III. But when he wanted John to list, In war he saw no fun,Where what is calld a raw recruit Gets often overdone. 270 JOHN TROT. IV. Let others cany guns, said go to wars alarms, But I have got a shoulder-knotImposed upon my arms. V. For John he had a footmans place To wait on Lady Wye—She was a dumpy woman, tho* Her family was high. VI. Now when two years had past awrayf Her Lord took very ill,And left her to her widowhood, Of course more dumpy stilL VII. Said John, I am a proper man, And very tall to see ;Who knows, but now her Lord is loWf She may look up to me ? VIII. A cunning woman told me onc^Such fortune would turn up ; She was a kind of sorceres
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