But, O, lack-a-day! Who'd have thought that while Cupid was playing these tricks Ten years had elapsed, and I'd turned twentysix ? "I care not a whit, He's not grown a bit," Says my Aunt; "it will still be a very good fit.” Now about thirty-three, (The maid had been jilted by Mr. Magee,) A Frill like a fan had by no means been banished; Like overgrown fins of overgrown perches. Now, then, by these two thus laying their caps Which the ladies call "Side-bits," that sever Here unlucky Janet Took her needle, and ran it cuss it! I've spoiled myself now by that 'ere nasty Gusset !” And the ostrich plume worked on the corps' Was in that sort of state vulgar people call "Rum." To her grief and dismay Cornet Jones of the Tenth was a little too gay; For, besides that she saw him- he could not Wink at one of the actresses capering away He was "viler than dirt!" Fanny vowed to exert Ten years, or nigh, Had again gone by, When Fan, accidentally casting her eye All her powers to forget him, and finish my Of the hue of a November fog in Cheapside, Shirt. Or a bad piece of gingerbread spoilt in the baking. I still hear her cry, "I wish I may die The gloom upon your youthful cheek speaks anything but joy"; If here is n't Tom's Shirt, that's been so long Again I said, "What make you here, you little It was marked on the tail with a T, and an I! On the back of a chair it Was placed, In front of the fire. wear it !" just to air it, By day or night, then blow me tight!" (he was a vulgar Boy ;) "Tom to-morrow shall | “And now I'm here, from this here pier it is MISADVENTURES AT MARGATE. A LEGEND OF JARVIS'S JETTY. MR. SIMPKINSON (loquitur). I WAS in Margate last July, I walked upon the pier, my fixed intent To jump as Mister Levi did from off the Monument ! "Cheer up! cheer up! my little man, cheer up!" I kindly said, "You are a naughty boy to take such things into your head; If you should jump from off the pier, you'd surely break your legs, Perhaps your neck, then Bogey'd have you, sure as eggs are eggs! "Come home with me, my little man, come home with me and sup; -- I saw a little vulgar Boy, I said, "What make My landlady is Mrs. Jones, we must not keep you here? her up, |