EPIGRAMS. __ CRIED Dick to Bob, “great
news to-day! “Great news,” quoth Bob, “what
great news, pray? Said Dick “Our gallant Tars at
sea “Have gain’d a brilliant
victory.” “Indeed!” cried Bob, “it may be
true,” “But that, you know, is NOTHING NEW.” __ “FRENCH threats of invasion let Britons defy, “And spike the proud frogs if our coast they should crawl on.” Yes, statesmen know well that
our SPIRITS are
high, The financier has rais’d them two SHILLINGS per GALLON. __ NATURE, impartial in her ends, When she made man the strongest, For scrimpet pith to mak’ amends, Made woman’s tongue the LONGEST. __ “WHAT,—spice!” said the Painter, “what good, do you think, “Can arise from the mixing up
spice with my ink?” “--Why
sir,” said the Poet, “the thought galls my soul! “Should they wipe with my Book, it would ————.” |