FEMALE LOQUACITY. Two gossips prating in a church, The devil, who stood upon the lurch, Wrote down their words: and when the scroll His devilship began to pull And stretch it with his teeth; which, failing, He knock'd his head against the railing. To think a parchment roll, or even a skin, ON HANS-SUR-LESSE, BELGIUM. Old Euclid may go to the wall, For we've solved what he never could guess: How the fish in the river are small, But the river they live in is Lesse. AN ACTOR'S ADVERTISEMENT. Dear public, you and I, of late, Have dealt so much in fun, I'll crack you now a monstrous great, Like a grate full of coals I'll glow, And if I am not grateful, too, AN OLD SAW NEW SET. "Come, wife," said Will, "I pray you devote Just half a minute to mend this coat, Which a nail has chanced to rend." "Tis ten o'clock," said his drowsy mate. "I know," said Will, "it is rather late, But it's never too late to mend!" ON MR WINTER, A TAX Gatherer. For though his name' Win ter, his actions are summary. CATCHING A TARTAR. "By my faith, but you've caught a tart manner, Kate Brady!" Said Shaun to his bride with the air of a martyr. "And what if I have, you spalpeen?" said the lady, "If I've caught a tart manner, you've caught a tarter." TRIED FRIENDS. Said a thief to a wit, "There's no knowing one's friends, Until they've been tried and found steady." Said the wit to the thief, "All yours, I presume, Have been tried and found guilty already." THE FAIR SEX. When Eve brought wo to all mankind, But now with folly, and with pride, The people call them whim-men. LANDLORDS AND TENANTS. Says his landlord to Thomas, "Your rent I must raise, I'm so plaguily pinch'd for the pelf." "Raise my rent!" replies Thomas, "your honour 's main good For I never can raise it myself!" LOVE YOUR FOES. A man once saw his son, quite handy, 66 "But we are taught to love our foes"- TEN TO ONE. Spendthrift has fix'd upon a certain day, BY A PARADOXOLOGIST. Old dog Tray's "ever faithful" they say, THE SERENADER. Singing Tom fell in love with a maid; But vainly he tried to arouse Her sleep with his strains so bewitching; While he play'd in the front of the house, She slept in the little back kitchen. A PATTERN WIFE. Show me the wife that's on the watch For every little rent or scratch, And cures it with a timely patch, Before you know it; She's a woman fit to match A lord or poet. TO MY MISTRESS. O mi de armis tres, Imi na dis tres. Cantu disco ver Meas alo ver? Dean Swift. |