"_Tu doces_" means "thou tea-chest," But to teach old China's tribe, We must read it thus, "Two doses," Such as Nelson would prescribe.
As sure as that's a teapot, He'll go upward with a whiz, And be, though more Celestial, Less Majestic than he is.
As sure as that same crockery Community are crackt, Their spouts, and lids, and handles, Will go smash, and that's a fact.
Though _t_ be first and last of it, In them there'll be no _trust_, Till "with your leaf, or by your leaf," Death turns them to "fine dust."
How puzzled be their crania Beneath our cannon's roar! They never tasted anything But "cannister" before.
They'll wonder what it's all about, When shot yet more abounds; They look into their teacups, And can't understand the grounds.
While they fancy that there's nothing With their own tea on a par, I wonder what they think of The British T-a-r.
This fact, Celestial Emperor, From experience we may know, If amongst the _quick_ we leave you, You will leave us--to the _sloe_.
"Very good indeed, Euphemius;" cried Miss Dibsley, with a slight yawn; "capital; if you live long enough I haven't a doubt that you'll cut a very pretty figure as a poet in the pages of the _Stoke Poges Gazette_, _or Wormwood Scrubbs and Bullock-Smithey Register_."
Meditating luxuriantly in our Omnibus the other day upon the elegant forms of the fair as they flitted in the sunshine through the streets of the west end, it occurred to us that we had neglected
of late, and that the public might be expecting from us some report on the costumes of 1841. In a vehicle like the "Omnibus" it would be unpardonable not to _notice_ the Fashions. It is a subject to which we intend to pay especial attention.
While thus resolving, a lady _swept_ across the road, and Blackie, the crossing-sweeper, attracted our attention by these observations upon the fair pedestrian:--
"Wot berry obliging an kin' hearted tings dem white lady is!--dey not ony gib poor nigger de coppers, but dey so kin' as help him sweepa de crossing.--Me suppose 'em not berry strong, poor tings, cos dey ony carry dem little doll umbrella, and dem little picanini bonnet; but dem berry nice lady, and look berry pretty for all dat. Bless 'em little heart, me neber wear out-a my broom, if dey go on a-wear dem nice long train."