18th.—During the exhibition of the gas microscope, the water tigers, irritated by the intense blaze of light to which they were exposed, after several tremendous efforts to escape, broke from their confinement, and sprang among the spectators. Three young ladies from a boarding school were instantly devoured. The ferocious animals next turned their attention to the governess and an old teacher, who, proving rather tough, afforded time for their keeper to secure them, which he did by re-absorbing them in a drop of water on the point of a needle.
┌─────────────┬───────────────────────────────────────────────────────┐ │1836.] │ NOVEMBER. │ ├─────────────┼───────────────────────────────────────────────────────┤ │ │When good Sir John has carried his bill, │ │ │No dread of Term shall the poet fill, │ │ │The Scholar shall _write_, and fear no _writ_, │ │ │No _White Cross bars_ shall _bar_ his wit, │ │ │The _Fleet, unmann'd_, no more alarm, │ │ │The _King's Bench_ be but _an empty Form_. │ ├──┬──────────┼──────────────────────────────────────────┬────────────┤ │ M│ Season's │ =Odd Matters.= │ WEATHER. │ │ D│ Signs. │ │ │ ├──┼──────────┼──────────────────────────────────────────┼────────────┤ │ 1│Murky │ │ │ │ │ │ │ │ │ 2│burky │ LORD MAYOR'S SHOW. │stage-coach │ │ │ │ │ │ │ 3│damp │ I SING of a jolly day, │ traveller │ │ │ │ A civical holiday; │ │ │ 4│and │ Some call a folly day: │ ♃ △ ☍ □ ♂ │ │ │ │ Weather is foggified; │ │ │ 5│drear │ Mechanics get groggified, │ │ │ │ │ Citizens hoggified: │ journeyeth │ │ 6│see │ The rain it is drizzling, │ │ │ │ │ Mizzling, frizzling; │ │ │ 7│this │ Streets are all slippery; │ ♈ ☊ ♍ │ │ │ │ Girls sport their frippery: │ │ │ 8│gloomy │ Sweethearts are squeezing 'em, │ │ │ │ │ Pleasing 'em,—teazing 'em. │ outside │ │ 9│month │ Rabble are bawling, O! │ │ │ │ │ Women are squalling, O! │ │ │10│appear │ Banners are waving, │the vehicle;│ │ │ │ Policemen are staving │ │ │11│London │ On heads misbehaving: │ │ │ │ │ Ward beadles bustling, │ │ │12│fill'd │ Pickpockets hustling; │ □ ♃ △ ♂ │ │ │ │ People tip-toeing it: │ │ │13│with │ Swell mob are going it, │ │ │ │ │ Making sly snatches │ when │ │14│slush │ At brooches and watches. │ │ │ │ │ Horses are neighing, │ he should │ │15│and fog │ Urchins huzzaing; │ │ │ │ │ Trumpets are braying; │ snugly │ │16│looks │ Trombones are grumbling, │ │ │ │ │ Bassoons are rumbling, │ ensconce │ │17│just │ Clarinets speaking, │ │ │ │ │ Piccoloes squeaking. │ himself │ │18│like an │See, there goes the armour man; │ │ │ │ │Ne'er was a calmer man; │ within; │ │19│Irish │Sitting inside the _mail_, he │ │ │ │ │Looks a little bit paly. │ │ │20│bog │And hark! what a drumming! │ ♈ ☍ ♉ ♋ ♎ │ │ │ │The Lord Mayor is coming; │ │ │21│every │And here are the Aldermen, │with divers │ │ │ │There's very few balder men; │ │ │22│trouble │And there march the Livery, │ │ │ │ │Looking quite shivery; │ and sundry │ │23│now │In and out straggling, │ │ │ │ │Thro' the mud draggling. │ │ │24│seems │I'm sure the poor sinners │ ♊ ♒ ☿ ♍ │ │ │ │Must long for their dinners. │ │ │25│double │Well, now the fun's over │ │ │ │ │They'll fatten in clover; │ │ │26│and the │And afterwards drink on it. │ such-like │ │ │ │So, what do you think on it? │ │ │27│worst │Don't it shew quite effectual │ │ │ │ │The March Intellectual? │ │ │28│in all │ │ ♀ ♈ ☍ │ │ │ │ │ │ │29│the │ │ sad │ │ │ │ │ │ │30│year. │ │ mischances │ └──┴──────────┴──────────────────────────────────────────┴────────────┘