From that day forth, when Andrew and his wife Disputed, which was often it would seem, His spouse replied, "Remember, pray, my life, That 'tis not always best _to go by Steam_!"
My tale is done,--about a week ago When passing through the City, I heard tell That "Andrew and his Spouse" were dead, and so _Bow bell_ was tolling for this _Beau_ and _Belle_.
Hereafter then, when'er we need advice About a journey to the East or West; We must obey our spouses in a trice, And _always do_ what _they_ imagine best.
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"_Coach, Sir! Lord love your soul, the coach has been gone these three quarters of an hour; it's the most regglarest coach as is, and always starts to a minute!_"
"_You dont say so! Lawks! vot a precious row my vife vill kick up! She's a coming arter me as fast as she can trot!_"
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"_I say, SHUFFLETON, these d--d Overseers pay no respect to Persons!_"
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"_Gentlemen, it was a very fine Oyster, indeed! The Court awards you a shell each!_"
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"_Time! Bring him up, TOM! JACK can't stand another round!_"
"_With a hook! I'm blow'd if he ha'nt 'cut his stick!_'"
"_A guinea to a shilling on JACK! Time's up! It's all over! JACK'S won the day! I'm blest if we shan't all be lagged!_"
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"_I say, BILL, I've got his ticker: pull his precious nob off!_"
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"_Ha, Snooks, we had given you up altogether!_"
"_I thought you said four o'clock, my dear fellow?_"
"_Not with those who tell the truth, and as I am one of that sort, you will know I mean what I say in future; but sit down 'better late than never.'--Mary bring the fragments._"
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"_Scrub away, Jenny! I'll warrant we get the dirty toad white?_"
"_O, Missee! your water so dam hot, you scald poor Sambo!_"
"_Drat your black carcase! we'll make something of you at last, if we skin you! Go it, Molly! rub his life time out!_"
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"_You arn't the rigglar Dustman, blow ye! For a farden I'd break your blessed conk!_"