Yet still, sweet May, To me thou'rt gay; My pleasure and my pride! I love thy vi'lets, daffodils, Daisies,—and pigeons—pied!
I love thy flow'rs, And shady bow'rs; Thy mountains and thy vales. I love thy _morning breezes_, and I love thy _nightingales_!
Then, hip! huzza! For Merry May! We'll banish care and fear; And sing and dance from _day_ to _day_, And laugh from _ear_ to _ear_!
┌────────────────────────────────────────────────────────┬────────────┐ │ JUNE. │ [1837.│ ├──┬─────────────────────────────────────────────────────┴────────────┤ │ │Pattern of patience,—placid punter,—say, │ │ │ Since early dawn, when thou didst take thy stand, │ │ │How many nibbles hast thou had? I pray,— │ │ │ How many minnows hast thou brought to land? │ │ │Not one!—yet comfort thee, Piscator bold; │ │ │One thing, at least, you're sure to catch,—_a cold_! │ ├──┼─────────────────────────────────────────────────────┬────────────┤ │D.│ =Great Events and Odd Matters.= │_Prognosti- │ │ │ │fications._ │ ├──┼─────────────────────────────────────────────────────┼────────────┤ │ 1│ │ Crib │ │ │[Illustration] │ │ │ 2│ │ squaring │ │ │ │ │ │ 3│Transit of Venus. A ship-load of Vestals consigned to│ to Gully │ │ │ Van Diemen's land. │ │ │ │ │ │ │ 4│ │ ☍ □ ♂ ☉ │ │ │ │ │ │ 5│ │ had a more │ │ │[Illustration] │ │ │ 6│ │ sinster │ │ │ │ │ │ 7│ │aspect than │ │ │ │ │ │ 8│Sun rises 3 h. 48 m. │ Mercury │ │ │ │ │ │ 9│ I wish _my_ Son would rise as soon, │squaring to │ │ │ To breathe the balmy air of June,— │ │ │10│ The lazy dog! │ Mars? │ │ │ Not snoring half his hours away, │ │ │11│ Lie like a torpid lump of clay, │ ♎ ♃ ☿ │ │ │ Or old King Log. │ │ │12│ To rouse the sluggard from his nest, │ Then, │ │ │ I've all things tried, and done my │ │ │ │ best,— │ │ │13│ The prig! │as touching │ │ │ I've stripped the clothes, in hopes │ │ │ │ he'd mend; │ │ │14│ I've given him strap,—a thick rope's │ THE │ │ │ end,— │ │ │ │ Cold pig! │ │ │15│ In vain!—There lies the stupid clown, │ WEATHER │ │ │ As if the Night Mare held him down. │ │ │16│ │ ♈ ☍ │ │ │ │ │ │17│ │what better │ │ │ │ │ │18│Battle of Waterloo. _Lobsters_ in [Illustration]│ │ │ │ season. │ │ │ │ │ index │ │19│ │ │ │ │ [Illustration] │ │ │20│ │ need we of │ │ │ │ │ │21│Daniel Lambert died. Grand Diet of _Worms_. │ ♂ ☉ ♉ ♋ │ │ │ │ │ │22│[Illustration] The grave-digger fled, all a-shiv'ring│ its │ │ │ and shaking, │ │ │ │ For old Mother Earth she cried, │ │ │23│ With a terrible groan: "Why the deuce │evershifting│ │ │ are you making │ │ │ │ This precious big hole in my side!" │ │ │24│ │ ♊ ♒ △ │ │ │ │ │ │25│QUARTER DAY. Moon hides behind a cloud, for fear of │ variable │ │ │ being shot. │ │ │ │ │ │ │26│ │ variations │ │ │ │ │ │27│ │ ☿ □ ☊ ♍ │ │ │ │ than the │ │28│ Ha! my lad, you've caught a Tartar, │countenance │ │ │ Landlords never give _no quarter_. │ │ │29│ │ of │ │ │ │ │ │30│ │ Spouse? │ └──┴─────────────────────────────────────────────────────┴────────────┘