A Budget of Wit and Humour; Or, Morsels of Mirth for the Melancholy: A Certain Cure the T̕he Blues, ̕and All Other Serious Complaints ... (Google eBook)

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C. Marshall, 1849 - 160 pages
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Page 198 - Oft in the stilly night Ere slumber's chain has bound me, Fond memory brings the light Of other days around me: The smiles, the tears Of boyhood's years, The words of love then spoken; The eyes that shone, Now dimmed and gone, The cheerful hearts now broken!
Page 197 - Woodman, spare that tree ! Touch not a single bough ! In youth it sheltered me, And I'll protect it now. 'Twas my forefather's hand That placed it near his cot; There, woodman, let it stand, Thy axe shall harm it not. That old familiar tree, Whose glory and renown Are spread o'er land and sea And wouldst thou hew it down? Woodman, forbear thy stroke! Cut not its earth-bound ties ; Oh, spare that aged oak Now towering to the skies ! When but an idle boy, I sought its grateful shade; In...
Page 197 - For auld lang syne, my dear, For auld lang syne, We'll tak a cup o' kindness yet, For auld lang syne! Should auld acquaintance be forgot, And never brought to mind ? Should auld acquaintance be forgot, And auld lang syne ? And surely ye'll be your pint-stowp, And surely I'll be mine, And we'll tak a cup o...
Page 134 - I'ma poor man, it's a fact, and smell like a wet dog; but I can't be run over. I'm the identical individual that grinned a whole menagerie out of countenance, and made the ribbed nose baboon hang down his head and blush. Whoop! I'm the chap that towed the Broadhorn...
Page 135 - Cock-a-doodle-doo! Maybe you never heard of the time the horse kicked me and put both his hips out of jint if it ain't true, cut me up for cat fish bait!
Page 64 - It is supposed to be a mere appendage, just to wear a hat upon, to fill up the hollow of a wig, to take snuff with, or have your hair dressed upon. Some of these heads are manufactured in wood...
Page 82 - You'd be the first to cut me down. Wife. Then I ought to be tied up in your stead. Husband. I'd cut you down. Wife. You would Husband. Yes but I'd be sure you were dead first.
Page 153 - And, sir, if my course is not directly adopted, he cannot live." Come rich and poor, &c. For full an hour, they jaw'd away, Not forwarder, though tired ; Meantime, as grim death would not stay, The patient had expired. But still with force did each persist, To call each other ninny ; And then with grace held out his fist, To touch the golden guinea. Spoken " Well, sir, your mode of practice has convinced me that you are non compos mentis.

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