. The choice works of Thomas Hood, in prose and verse. A Bottle Jack. I walkd into a shop that sold soda,And a\d for some , the lubber he drew and ne drew, boys,Till Id shi;j)d my six bottles or mor.,And blow off my last limb but its true, boys,Why, I warnt half so drunk as aiore !* Comic Annual, iSjO. 47» A SINGULAR EXHIBITION Then off with it into a make it strong, sharpish, or sweet,For if Ive any sense of decorum,It never was meant to be neat. A SINGULAR EXHIBITION AT SOMERSETHOUSE* Our Crummie is a dainty cow.—Scotch Song. On that first Saturday in May, •:?{ W
. The choice works of Thomas Hood, in prose and verse. A Bottle Jack. I walkd into a shop that sold soda,And a\d for some , the lubber he drew and ne drew, boys,Till Id shi;j)d my six bottles or mor.,And blow off my last limb but its true, boys,Why, I warnt half so drunk as aiore !* Comic Annual, iSjO. 47» A SINGULAR EXHIBITION Then off with it into a make it strong, sharpish, or sweet,For if Ive any sense of decorum,It never was meant to be neat. A SINGULAR EXHIBITION AT SOMERSETHOUSE* Our Crummie is a dainty cow.—Scotch Song. On that first Saturday in May, •:?{ When Lords and Ladies, £freat and grandjRepair to see what each done since last they sought the Strand,In red, brown, yellow, green, or blue,In short, whats calld the private view,—Amongst the guests—the deuce knows howShe got in there without a row—. Moving in the First Circles. There came a large and vulgar arms deep red, and face the in temper not a saint ; 4-. No one could guess for why she came, -Unless perchance to scour the paint. From wall to wall she forced her way,EUiowd Lord Durham—poked Lord Grey—Stampd Stnffords toes to make him move,And Devonshires Duke received a sho\e ;The great Lord Chancellor felt her nudge,She mnde the Vice, his Honour, budge,And gave a pinch to Park t!ie Judge. * Comic Annual, 1832. A T SOMERSET HOUSE. 475 As for the ladies, in this stir,The highest rank gave way to her. From Number one and Number two, She searched the pictures through and through, On benches stood to inspect the high ones, And squatted down to scan the shy ones ; And as she went from part to part, A deeper red each cheek became, Her very eyes ht up in flame, That made each looker-on exclaim, ** Reaiy an ardent love of art ! Alas ! amidst her inquisition, Fate brought her to a sad condition ; She mi^^h
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