Publisher's Synopsis
This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can usually download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. Not indexed. Not illustrated. 1854 edition. Excerpt: ... epigrams. A boy went crying down the street, And chanced a miser there to meet. "My boy," said be, "you cry so well, Come tell me what you have to sell." "Well," said the boy, "if I must say, I sell just what you give away." Why, damn the mill," the miller cried: " It faster goes than ever." You're wrong, you're wrong," his man replied, "You ought to dam the river." The Sultan's dinner may be spoil'd, Unless the helps are quick; And Turkey, after being broil'd, Be given to old Nick. Says Poll to Sue, and rear'd her crest, And rais'd her voice, " when you came here, You were so poor and so distress'd, You had not got a rag to wear." Sue answer'd quick, " 'tis false, you lie; I'm scandalized by medling hags, When first I came 'tis known that I Had nothing else to wear but rags." written to A feiend who had borrowed the paste pot to mend A paper cap. When you want some more paste You can send here in haste, And be welcome if I have it got: But when yonr cap's mended--Now don't be offended--Be so kind as to send back the pot. A burlesque. Who steals my purse, steals trash, For there's but little in it; Tis something, nothing, for I'm very poor; 'Twas mine, 'tis his, chang'd owners in a minute, And has a slave to thousands been b'efore: But he who niches from me my good name, Which by the by I never had, Robs me of that which don't increase his fame, And makes me poorer still, and that's too bad. list of subscribers. Aspland, Rev. R. B., Dunkenfleld, Cheshire, 8 copies Aspland, Mrs., Highbury-terrace, London, 2
