Thus having said his terrible say, The horrible spectre stalk'd away, And left me in the blues; And as across the Hall he pass'd, E'en Gog and Magog stood aghast, And trembled in their shoes.
Oh, dreadful night! Oh, fearful sight! To see that sight, and hear that say, An Alderman's soul it may well dismay. I felt as opprest With a pain in my chest, And as brimful of terror and ills, As if I had eaten some venison old, Or swallow'd a gallon of turtle cold, Or been poison'd by Morison's Pills.
I tried to rise, and I scream'd a scream, The man at the gate came staggering in— "To be sure I did, for I heard a din; And your worship gave such a terrible snore, While you laid on your back on the Guildhall floor, That it woke you up from your _dream_!"
Wine in a Ferment and Spirits in Hot Water. ]
┌─────────────┬───────────────────────────────────────────────────────┐ │1836] │ APRIL. │ ├─────────────┼───────────────────────────────────────────────────────┤ │ │Well, neighbour, what do the papers say │ │ │ About "The Wisdom collective?" │ │ │Oh! their Honours are busied by night and day │ │ │ With a list of The Lords elective: │ │ │For like old London Bridge, they declare, for years │ │ │They've been sadly obstructed by too many _peers_. │ ├──┬──────────┼──────────────────────────────────────────┬────────────┤ │ M│ Season's │ =Odd Matters.= │ WEATHER. │ │ D│ Signs. │ │ │ ├──┼──────────┼──────────────────────────────────────────┼────────────┤ │ 1│Sloshy │ │ │ │ │ │ │ │ │ 2│squashy │ "EASTER MONDAY." │ budding │ │ │ │ │ │ │ 3│are │ Can poet's quill, │ ♄ ♊ ♌ ☿ ⚹ │ │ │ │ Or painter's skill, │ │ │ 4│the │ Depict the joy │ │ │ │ │ Of 'Prentice Boy, │ ☉ ♊ │ │ 5│streets, │ On that bright fun day, │ │ │ │ │ EASTER MONDAY? │reputation, │ │ 6│sloppy │ │ │ │ │ │Can rhetorician or logician │ │ │ 7│droppy │Describe with aught that's like precision │ ☉ ♄ ♊ │ │ │ │The rapture that dilates his soul, │ │ │ 8│all │Now his own master, and beyond control? │ and │ │ │ │ His fancy soars aloft, like a │ │ │ │ │ sky-rocket! │ │ │ 9│one │ Where shall he go? │ not to put │ │ │ │ He doesn't know, │ │ │10│meets; │Although "the world's before him where to │ the same │ │ │ │ choose," │ │ │ │ │And he's got on a bran new pair of shoes, │ │ │11│Haber- │ And two bright shillings in his │ │ │ │ │ trousers' pocket. │ │ │ │ │ │ │ │12│dashers │ Perhaps he'll join the merry throng │ ♄ ♊ ☿ ♂ ⚹ │ │ │ │ Who love the dance and song; │ │ │13│mantua- │ Or, _drawn_ by ASTLEY'S _horses_, go, │ into │ │ │ │ And "struggling for the foremost row," │ │ │14│makers │ Enjoy the feats of fam'd Ducrow; │ jeopardy │ │ │ │ Or at the CIRCUS, as they us'd to call │ │ │ │ │ it, │ │ │15│look as │ Clamour and bawl it; │ by │ │ │ │ And, like a little savage, │ │ │16│grave as │ Shout "Bravo Davidge!" │ │ │ │ │Who, Richard-like, disdains to yield, │ ⚹ ♊ ☉ ♄ │ │17│under- │And "saddles _white Surrey_ for the │ │ │ │ │ field." │ │ │ │ │ Or else some fellow-'prentice tells │ any crude │ │18│takers, │ The joys he'd _quaff_ at Sadler's │ │ │ │ │ _Wells_. │ │ │ │ │ │ or hasty │ │19│for │While these temptations try to start him, │ │ │ │ │A sudden fancy comes athwart him,— │ │ │20│shopping │"Well, only think!—why, I declare, │ │ │ │ │I'd quite forgot there's GREENWICH FAIR! │ ☉ ♂ ☌ ☍ │ │21│ladies │And won't I have a precious lark │ │ │ │ │Down One-Tree Hill in Greenwich Park!" │ guesses or │ │22│forced │ │ │ │ │ │ │speculations│ │23│to │ │ │ │ │ │ │ │ │24│house │ │ │ │ │ │ │ ☉ ☿ ♂ │ │25│now │ │ │ │ │ │ │ thereupon, │ │26│stay │ │ │ │ │ │ │ as is the │ │27│at home │ │ │ │ │ │ │ │ │28│to │ │ ☉ ♂ ♃ ♄ ♊ │ │ │ │ │ │ │29│worry │ │ wont │ │ │ │ │ │ │30│spouse. │ │ of those │ └──┴──────────┴──────────────────────────────────────────┴────────────┘