A second morning's light expands, Unfound the infant fair; And Wilhelm's household wring their hands, But, haply, a poor artisan His hand still grasped a bunch of flowers; There stood a female deer, Who dipped her horns at all that passed To this poor wanderer of the world, BEFORE AND AFTER MARRIAGE. BEFORE. HOW THE GENTLEMEN DO BEFORE MARRIAGE. OH! then they come flattering, Soft nonsense chattering, Praising your pickling, Playing at tickling, Love verses writing, If your finger aches, fretting, "My loving,"" my doving," "Petseying,"-"wetseying," Now sighing, now dying, Now dear diamonds buying, Or yards of chantilly, like a great big silly, Oranges, apples,-gloves, Gros de Naples, Or else so zealous, and nice and jealous of all the fellows Or finding great faults, or threatening assaults whenever you "valtz;" Or fuming and fussing enough for a dozen if you romp with your cousin ; Continually stopping, when out a-shopping, and bank notes dropping, Not seeking to win money, calling it "tin" money, and promising pin money; Like pic-nics at Twickenham, off lovely cold chicken, ham, and champagne to quicken 'em ; Detesting one's walking without John too goes stalking, to prevent the men talking: Think you still in your teens, wont let you eat "greens," and hate Crinolines; Or heaping caresses, if you curl your back tresses, or wear low-neck'd dresses; Or when up the river, almost sure to diskiver that beats all to shiver, the sweet Guadalquiver; Or seeing death-fetches if the tooth-ache one catches, making picturesque sketches of the houses of . wretches; Or with loud double knocks brings from Ebers' a box, to see "Box and Cox," or pilfer one's locks to mark their new stocks; Or whilst you are singing a love song so stinging, they vow they'll be swinging, or in Serpentine springing, unless to them clinging, you'll go weddingringing, and for life mend their linen. Now the gentlemen sure I've no wish to disparage, AFTER. HOW DO THE GENTLEMEN DO AFTER MARRIAGE? OH! then nothing pleases 'em, But everything teazes 'em, Then they're grumbling and snarling— You're a "fool," not a "darling;" Though they're as rich as the Ingies, They're the stingiest of stingies; They've never got money; Only ask 'em for any And they haven't a penny; But what passes all bounds, On themselves they'll spend pounds Give guineas for lunch Off real turtle and punch; Each week a noise brings about, when they pitch all the things about; Now bowing in mockery, now smashing the crockery; Scolding and swearing, their bald heads tearing; Storming and raging past all assuaging. Heaven preserve us ! it makes one so nervous, To hear the door slam to, to be called simple ma'am too ; (I wonder if Adam called Mrs. Eve Madam;) As a matter of course they'll have a divorce; Or "my Lord Duke" intends to send you home to your friends, And allow ten pounds a quarter for yourself and your daughter; Though you strive all your might you can do nothing right ; While the maids-the old song-can do nothing wrong; "Every shirt wants a button!" Every day they've cold mutton; They're always a flurrying one, or else they're a hurrying one, or else they're a worrying one; Threatening to smother your dear sainted mother, or kick your big brother; After all your fine doings, your strugglings and stewings-why "the house is in ruins!" Then the wine goes like winking, and they cannot help thinking you've taken to drinking; They're perpetually rows keeping, 'cause out of the house-keeping they're in bonnets their spouse keeping; So when they've been meated, if with pies they're not treated, they vow that they are cheated! Then against Ascot Races, and all such sweet places, they set their old faces; And they'll never leave town, nor to Broadstairs go down, though with bile you're quite brown; For their wife they unwilling are, after cooing and billing her, to stand a cap from a milliner—e’en a paltry twelve shillinger; And it gives them the vapours to witness the capers of those bowers and scrapers, the young linen drapers; Then to add to your woes, they say nobody knows how the money all goes, but they pay through the nose for the dear children's clothes; Though you strive and endeavour, they're so mightily clever, that please them you'll never, till you leave them for ever-yes! the hundredth time sever— "for ever-AND EVER! !" Now the gentlemen sure I've no wish to disparage, (From the "Comic Almanack.”) PRIULI AND JAFFIER. THOMAS OTWAY. Pri. No more! I'll hear no more! begone, and leave. me. Jaff. Not hear me! By my sufferings but you shall: My lord, my lord! I'm not that abject wretch You think me. Patience! where's the distance throws In right, tho' proud oppression will not hear me ! Jaff. Could my nature e'er Have brook'd injustice, or the doing wrong, I need not now thus low have bent myself Wrong'd you? In the nicest point, Pri. Yes, wrong'd me. By all men's eyes, a youth of expectation, Childless you had been else, and in the grave |