Music hath pow'r over brutish hearts, To shake them to their middle. The nightingale dies on the poet's lute; And a bear will dance to a fiddle.
Yes: music hath power o'er the wide, wide, world: A power that's deep and endearing. But music now has no power on me, For I'm very hard of hearing.
┌───────────────────────────────────────────────────┬─────────────────┐ │ DECEMBER. │ [1837.│ ├──┬────────────────────────────────────────────────┴─────────────────┤ │ │"Last scene of all," that ends the year, │ │ │And ushers in brave Christmas cheer, │ │ │Come, deckt as thou wert wont to be, │ │ │In festive smiles and revelry, │ │ │With roasted beef and minced pies, │ │ │And pudding of gigantic size! │ │ │Fit emblem of our wealth's vast sum; │ │ │I'd be contented with a _plum_. │ ├──┼────────────────────────────────────────────────┬─────────────────┤ │D.│ =Great Events and Odd Matters.= │ _Prognosti- │ │ │ │ fications._ │ ├──┼────────────────────────────────────────────────┼─────────────────┤ │ 1│ │ │ │ │ │ │ │ 2│ A RISING GENIUS. │ about │ │ │ │ │ │ 3│_Timothy Sly's own Epistle (not the Master's)._ │ which time, │ │ │ │ │ │ 4│DEAR DICK,—I copied my school letter to │ ⚹ ♒ ☿ │ │ │Father and Mother ten times before one was good │ │ │ 5│enough, and while the teacher is putting the │ many │ │ │ capitals │ │ │ │and flourishes in I shall slip this off on the │ │ │ │ sly. │ │ │ 6│Our examination was yesterday and the table was │ aldermen │ │ │covered with books and things bound in gilt and │ │ │ │ silk │ │ │ 7│for prizes but were all put away again and none │ will be │ │ │ of us │ │ │ │got none only they awarded Master Key a new │ │ │ │ fourpenny │ │ │ 8│bit for his essay on Locke because his friends │ hung in │ │ │ live │ │ │ │next door and little Coombe got the tooth-ake so│ │ │ │ they │ │ │ 9│would not let him try his experiments on vital │ chains; │ │ │ air │ │ │ │which was very scurvy. It didnt come to my turn │ │ │ │ so I │ │ │10│did not get a prize but as the company was to │ │ │ │ stop │ │ │ │tea I put the cat in the water butt which they │ ☽ ♀ ♊ ♍ │ │ │ clean │ │ │11│it out in the holidays and they will be sure to │ │ │ │ find │ │ │ │her and we were all treated with tea and I did │ a dreadful │ │ │ not │ │ │12│like to refuse as they might have suspext │ │ │ │ something. │ │ │ │Last night we had a stocking and bolster fight │ doom! │ │ │ after │ │ │13│we went to bed and I fougt a little lad with a │ │ │ │ big │ │ │ │bolster his name is Bill Barnacle and I knocked │ │ │ │ his │ │ │14│eye out with a stone in my stocking but no body │ ♂ ☽ ☌ ♏ │ │ │ knows │ │ │ │who did it because we were all in the dark so I │ │ │ │ could │ │ │15│not see no harm in it. Dear Dick send me │ │ │ │ directly │ │ │ │your Wattses Hyms to show for I burnt mine and a│ but not │ │ │ lump │ │ │16│of cobblers wax for the masters chair on │ │ │ │ breaking up │ │ │ │day and some small shot to pepper the people │ so dreadful │ │ │ with │ │ │17│my quill gun and eighteen pence in coppers to │ │ │ │ shy │ │ │ │at the windows as we ride through the villiage │ │ │ │ and │ │ │18│make it one and ninepence for there's a good │ ♏ ⚹ │ │ │ many │ │ │ │as Ive a spite against yourself and meet me at │ │ │ │ the │ │ │19│Elephant and Castle and if there's room on the │ │ │ │ coach │ │ │ │you can get up for I want to give you some │ as │ │ │ crackers │ │ │20│to let off as soon as we get home while they are│ │ │ │ all │ │ │ │a Kissing of me │ their final │ │21│ │ │ │ │ Your affectionate brother │ sentence, │ │22│ │ │ │ │ TIMOTHY SLY.│ _viz._ │ │23│ │ │ │ │ │ │ │24│ │ ♄ ♃ ♂ ☉ │ │ │ │ │ │25│CHRISTMAS DAY. Grand Council of _Nice_. │ │ │ │ │ to be │ │26│ │ │ │ │ │ │ │27│ │anthropophagized,│ │ │ │ │ │28│INNOCENTS. _Lamb's_ Holiday. Celebration of Lord│ │ │ │ Melbourne's acquittal. │ │ │ │ │ │ │29│ │ ♄ ♐ ♎ │ │ │ │ │ │30│ [Illustration] │ or │ │ │ │ │ │31│_Silvester_ (Daggerwood?) │ devoured! │ └──┴────────────────────────────────────────────────┴─────────────────┘