┌─────────────┬───────────────────────────────────────────────────────┐ │1836.] │ SEPTEMBER. │ ├─────────────┼───────────────────────────────────────────────────────┤ │ │It pleased her jolly Majesty Queen Bess, │ │ │_Stuffing_, herself, a well-_stuff'd_ goose to bless, │ │ │And ever since, in _sage_ affairs of state, │ │ │The royal bird does still predominate;— │ │ │So modest merit proves of little use, │ │ │Unless at Court you "boo" to ev'ry goose. │ ├──┬──────────┼──────────────────────────────────────────┬────────────┤ │ M│ Season's │ =Odd Matters.= │ WEATHER. │ │ D│ Signs. │ │ │ ├──┼──────────┼──────────────────────────────────────────┼────────────┤ │ 1│Now │ │ │ │ │ │ │ │ │ 2│farmers │ "SHOOTING THE MOON." │ matters │ │ │ │ │ │ │ 3│mind │Now, Mrs. Dove, my dearest love, │ ⚹ ☉ ☋ ♂ ♄ │ │ │ │ No longer let us jar; │ │ │ 4│your │Full well you know that cash is low, │ ⚹ ♀ ⊕ │ │ │ │ And credit's under par. │ │ │ 5│geese │ │ │ │ │ │Short commons are our common fare. │ whereinto │ │ 6│and │ No _turtle_-doves are we: │ │ │ │ │Tho' once there came such lots of _game_, │ he is │ │ 7│pigs, │ Now folks _make game_ of me. │ │ │ │ │ │ inquiring, │ │ 8│for │Ah! what to do I wish I knew, │ │ │ │ │ Or where to run a score! │ │ │ 9│Cockney │For all the town I've done so brown, │ ♏ ♄ ☌ │ │ │ │ I can't _do_ any more. │ │ │10│sports- │ │ │ │ │ │We've had our fill on _Mutton Hill_; │ is fearful │ │ │ │ │ of │ │11│men │ In _Cornhill_ gain'd our _bread_; │ │ │ │ │Dress'd with an air in fam'd _Cloth Fair_;│ stumbling. │ │12│run their │ In _Grub Street_ well were _fed_. │ │ │ │ │ │ │ │13│rigs, │We got our _shoes_ in _Leather Lane_; │ ♀ ☍ ♑ ♌ ☋ │ │ │ │ Our _hats_ in _Hatton Garden_; │ │ │14│and │We'd quite a catch in _Ha'penny Hatch_, │ For look, │ │ │ │ And never paid a _farden_. │ │ │15│when │ │ what dire │ │ │ │We've chalked a score on every door │ │ │16│the │ Of publican or sinner; │ mishaps │ │ │ │And now can't meet a _Newman_ Street, │ │ │17│cits │ To trust us with a dinner. │ do arise │ │ │ │ │ │ │18│are │And, lack-a day! here's Quarter Day; │ │ │ │ │ It always comes too soon; │ │ │19│taking │So we by night must take our flight, │ ☉ ♀ │ │ │ │ For we must _shoot the moon_! │ │ │20│aim, │ │ │ │ │ │ │ from false │ │21│your │ │ │ │ │ │ │ │ │22│poultry │ │prophecying!│ │ │ │ │ │ │23│may │ │ │ │ │ │ │ │ │24│mistake │ │ ♂ ♄ ☉ ♈ │ │ │ │ │ │ │25│for │ │ │ │ │ │ │ The farmer │ │26│game, │ │ │ │ │ │ │ │ │27│and │ │ ♉ ♂ │ │ │ │ │ │ │28│kill │ │reapeth his │ │ │ │ │ │ │29│or │ │ corn, and │ │ │ │ │ │ │30│lame. │ │ ♉ ♄ ☉ ♊ ☌ │ └──┴──────────┴──────────────────────────────────────────┴────────────┘