THE FAT ACTOR AND THE RUSTIC CARDINAL WOLSEY was a man "Of an unbounded stomach," Shakspeare says, He would have owned that Wolsey's bulk ideal Which is, moreover, all alive and real. This player, when the peace enabled shoals To visit every clime between the poles, Must not in this proceeding be mistaken; To see how money might be made, not spent. He found himself at Lille one afternoon; With sight of streams, and trees, and snowy fleeces, Until the moon began to shine; On which he gazed awhile, and then Pulled out his watch, and cried, "Past nine! He could n't gallop, trot or canter, (Those who had seen him would confess it,) he Eyeing his watch, and now his forehead mopping, Afraid of meeting, more afraid of stopping; 1 Returning from the town: "Tell me," he panted, in a thawing state, Measuring with his eye our bulky wight, Why-yes, sir, I should think you might,- LOGIC. AN Eton stripling-training for the law, Returned, and passed the usual how-d' ye-do's, "Well, Tom, the road? what saw you worth discerning? How's all at college, Tom? what is 't you 're learning?" "Learning?-oh, logic, logic; not the shallow rules Of Lockes and Bacons, antiquated fools! But wits' and wranglers' logic; for, d'ye see, I'll prove as clear as A, B, C, That an eel-pie 's a pigeon; to deny it, Is to say black 's not black." 66 "Well, sir; an eel-pie is a pie of fish."-"Agreed." Fish-pie may be a jack-pie.' Come, let's try it? "Well, well, proceed." Logic for ever! "A jack-pie is a John-pie and 't is done! For every John-pie must be a pie-John." (pigeon.) "Bravo! Bravo!" Sir Peter cries, This beats my grandmother, and she was clever. But now I think on 't, 't would be mighty hard To show how much I logic love, in course I'll make thee master of a chestnut-horse.” "A horse!" quoth Tom; "blood, pedigree, and paces! Oh, what a dash I'll cut at Epsom races Tom dreampt all night of boots and leather breeches, Rose the next morn an hour before the lark, And dragged his uncle, fasting, to the park; Bridle in hand, each vale he scours, of course A fine horse-chestnut in its prickly shell. "There, Tom, take that.” “ Well, sir, and what beside?' 'Why, since you 're hooted, saddle it and ride." "Ride! what, a chestnut, sir?" "Of course, For I can prove that chestnut is a horse: As you have proved, and which I don't deny, ANONYMOUS APOLOGY FOR THE PIG. JACOB, I do not love to see thy nose Is he obstinate? We must not, Jacob, be deceived by words, Their profit and not his. He hath not learned That pigs were made for man, born to be brawned Nay, Jacob, look at him; Those eyes have taught the lover flattery. Behold his tail, my friend; with curls like that The wanton hop marries her stately spouse: Of parts harmonious: give fancy scope, And thou wilt find that no imagined change The last charge, he lives To thrive by dirty ways. But let me rest Pleads with me, and has won thee to the smile SOUTHEY. THE DUEL. IN Brentford town, of old renown, To see her ride from Hammersmith, By all it was allowed, Such fair" outside "" was never seen, An angel on a cloud. Said Mr. Bray to Mr. Clay, "You choose to rival me, And court Miss Bell; but there your court "Unless you now give up your suit, You may repent your love; I, who have shot a pigeon match, If you pop aught to Lucy Bell, Said Mr. Clay to Mr. Bray, "And so I say to you, unless Now gold is oft for silver changed, But first they found a friend apiece, That when they both were dead, they'd have To measure out the ground, not long The seconds next forbore; And having taken one rash step, They took a dozen more. They next prepared each pistol pan, Now all was ready for the foes; Said Mr. C. to Mr. B., "Here one of us may fall, And, like St. Paul's Cathedral, now "I do confess I did attach Misconduct to your name! |