Local legends and rambling rhymes, by John Dix

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Page vii - AY me ! what perils do environ The man that meddles with cold iron ! What plaguy mischiefs and mishaps Do dog him still with after-claps...
Page 12 - Folly.' For Mr. Watts, retired from trade, To build it resolution made, And found to his chagrin That cash a great deal faster went, When 'twas on ' brick and mortar' spent, Than ever it came in. On mere fvundat 'Ions went his all ; And Watts's Fully still we call That luckless spot of ground.
Page 128 - ... it was manifestly unjust to be defeated of their profits by the building of ships too large for the harbour'. Every public body in Bristol realized what the consequences of this shortsightedness would be and a local 'poet' summed up the position: 'Great Western' an unnatural parent has, For all her beauty; Her mother never harboured her, and yet She asks for duty. Proposals for a pier at which Great Western could lie at all states of the tide came to naught but the port authorities persisted...
Page 31 - seventeen hundred and eighteen" Mountjoy was Bristol's mayor ; Then, on the Weir, might have been seen The city ducking- chair. Above the waters of the Frome The awful apparatus Frowned like a monitor of gloom, Just by the castle gatehouse : A high pole, and a transverse beam, "Which turned ten times a minute Upon its pivot, o'er the stream, Turned with its chair ! Hark ! there's a scream ! Poor Barbara Blake is in it ! Her husband in the crowd below Is crying out, " Ay ! there you go ; I wish you'd...
Page 28 - And as full of his lark, As any young spark You'd meet in your walk through a long summer's day. What is the matter ? (The truth I must tell, Though the sex, that's the females, fall on me pell-mell.) Young Mr. Blake had a house full of strife, And the cause of the rows was the tongue of his wife ! Barbara Blake was both pretty and young; She had only one fault, but it lay in her tongue ! Her eyes they were blue, and her curls were of gold ; A stranger would never have thought her a scold. Her figure...
Page 30 - Upon him whom she'd taken for " better or worse ;" Whilst strangers would think Mrs. Blake was the pink Of politeness, and kindness, and conjugal love, And as loving and fond as a real turtle dove. Young Mr. Blake one evening sat, His feet on the fonder, beating rat-tat ; Each hand in his pocket, up to the wrist; On his visage a serio-comical twist. We shall presently find He had made up his mind No more to be henpecked — no more to submit To his wife, and do only what she thought was fit. The...
Page 128 - The Western an un-natural parent has, For all her beauty; Her mother never harboured her, and yet She asks for duty. Hull, Liverpool and other ports aloud Cry "Go ahead!
Page 28 - ... strife, And the cause of the rows was THE TONGUE OF HIS WIFE ! ****** ****** Barbara Blake was both pretty and young, She had only one fault, BUT it lay in her tongue ! Her eyes they were blue, and her curls were of gold, A stranger would never have thought her a scold ! Her figure was sylph-like, a la Taglioni, But rather inclining to fleshy than bony; Her air was " la crime" and her manners
Page 26 - evil spirit'* wag "so laid," when the year of civic supremacy expired, brought his action of battery in behalf of his peaceful rib, before Sir Peter King at the Guildhall, "and the man (says our authority...
Page 29 - Of the household barometer : quickly 'twould range From warm unto cold, and from fine unto stormy, Enough, my most weather-wise friend, to alarm ye. I've heard all these noises : tho creak of a wheel; That made with a saw and a file of good steel ; The sound which a pencil makes scratching a slate; The squeak of a hinge on an old five-barred gate ; A bell, when your head aches, most violently ringing ; The scream of Miss * * * *, when her

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