The curtain rose-the play commenced, That moment all the gallery props And shower'd down the motley crew Says Jack, "If this be play, my lads, Next year in London Jack arriv'd, And far remov'd from danger's shore, Soon as the well known scene began, Mind what you're at, you shilling swabs, A BRACE of sinners for no good, Were order'd to the Virgin Mary's shrine, Who at Loretto dwelt, in wax, stone, wood, And in a fair white wig look'd wond'rous fine. Fifty long miles had those sad rogues to travel, The priest had order'd peas into their shoes. A nostrum, famous in old Popish times, Which Popish parsons for its power exalt, The knaves set off the self-same day, Swift as a bullet from a gun, The other limp'd, as if he had been shot. One saw the Virgin soon-peccavi cried-- Made fit, with saints above, to live for ever. In coming back, however, let me say, fle met his brother rogue, about half way-Hobbling with out-stretch'd bum, and bending knees, Damning the souls and bodies of the peas; His eyes in tears, his cheeks and brow in sweat, "How now ?" the light-toed, white-washed pilgrim broke, "You lazy lubber!" "Odds curse it!" cried the other, "'tis no jokeMy feet, once hard as any rock Are now as soft as blubber. "Excuse me, Virgin Mary, that I swear-- "But, brother sinner, pray explain How 'tis that you are not in pain ; What pow'r hath work'd a wonder for thy toes: Now swearing, now on saints devoutly bawling, I took the liberty to boil my peas." THE EVERLASTING BREECHES. Ir chanc'd on a time that an Irish dear honey, In what he much wanted, a good pair of breeches! His purse stuff'd with chink, and his heart full of glee, Pat soon found a shop to his mind, d'ye see? On a prime piece of stuff now his eyes quickly casting, And asking the name, he was told "everlasting!” "If it be everlasting," quoth Pat, with a leer, 16 By the holy St. Patrick! I'll purchase two pair!" WEDLOCK IS A TICKLISH THING. WEDLOCK is a ticklish thing, Hey merrily ho, and ho merrily hey; Hey merrily ho, hey ho! Oh, how delightful pass their days away, Spoken]-Will you take a walk this morning, my love? Yes, my dear. Then you had better put on your clogs, my chicken, for fear of catching cold. And pray do you put on your great coat, lest you might increase your cough. Thank you, my darling, for your care of me. When do you intend to instruct our new wills on Ampstead Eath. Vhy as soon as them 'ere artichecks sends in their demensions, and so on. Don't forget to have towers and such like things, to make it look all the world as though it wur a little castle. I von't, I von't; and I'll have a worander in front, that you may look at the folk go up and down on a Sunday arternoon. Can't we cover the front with shells to make it look like a, like a-I know, a emintage you means. Yes, my dear. So ve vill, my duck. Oh, Wedlock's joys are soft and sweet, Hey merrily ho, and ho merrily hey! Let us only change the scene, Ho terrible hey, and hey terrible ho! Take a peep behind the screen, Ho terrible ho, hey ho! What she proposes, be it good or bad, Spoken]-Do you dine at home to-day, sir? I can't tell, ma'am. What shall I provide? What you like. Would you like a roasted chicken? You know I don't like roasted chicken. Well, boiled then? Worse and worse. What will you have then? Nothing. Very well, sir. Very well, ma'am. I say, Mr. Shrimp, vhen am I to have that 'ere new polese, vhich you promised me? Vhen you treats a gemman like a gemman, and conducts yourself like a lady. O, not till then. No. Wery vell, sir, then you will let me perish with cold. That I'm sure you von't, for you are alvays in ot vater. O, I vish you vere-At the devil; I knows you do, but I'll live a few years longer on purpose to plague you. Thus Wedlock is a dreadful state, Ho terrible hey, and hey terrible ho! CARDINAL Wolsey was a man Of an unbounded stomach, Shakspeare says. But had he seen a player in our days He would have owned that Wolsey's bulk ideal Which is, moreover, all alive and real To visit every clime between the poles, Must not, in this proceeding, be mistaken; In this most laudable employ He found himself at Lille one afternoon, And, that he might the breeze enjoy, And catch a peep at the ascending moon, With sight of streams, and trees, and snowy fleecos, |