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You said Master Twigg stole the plumbs,
When the orchard he never was near at,
I'll not punish wrong fingers or thumbs,-
There!" Palmam qui meruit ferat!"

You make Master Taylor your butt,
And this morning his face you threw beer at,
And you struck him-do you like a cut?
There!" Palmam qui meruit ferat!"

Little Biddle you likewise distress,
You are always his hair, or his ear at,-
He's my Opt, Sir, and you are my Pess:
There!" Palmam qui meruit ferat!"

Then you had a pitcht fight with young Rous,
An offence I am always severe at !

You discredit to Cicero-House!
There!" Palmam qui meruit ferat!"

You have made too a plot in the night,
To run off from the school that you rear at!
Come, your other hand, now, Sir,—the right,
There!" Palmam qui meruit ferat!"

I'll teach you to draw, you young dog!
Such pictures as I'm looking here at!
"Old Mounseer making soup of a frog,"
There!—“ Palmam qui meruit ferat!"

You have run up a bill at a shop,
That in paying you'll be a whole year at,-
You've but twopence a week, Sir, to stop!
There!" Palmam qui meruit ferat!"

Then at dinner you're quite cock-a-hoop,
And the soup you are certain to sneer at-
I have sipped it-it's very good soup,-
There!" Palmam qui meruit ferat!"

T'other day when I fell o'er the form,
Was my tumble a thing, Sir, to cheer at?
Well for you that my temper's not warm,-
There!" Palmam qui meruit ferat!"

Why, you rascal! you insolent brat!

All my talking you don't shed a tear at,

There-take that, Sir! and that! that! and that! There!" Palmam qui meruit ferat!"

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Is a Blackamoor turned outside in. His skin is fair, but his lining is utter dark; his eyes are like shotten stars, -mere jellies; or like mock-painted windows since the tax upon daylight: what his mind's eye can be, is yet a mystery with the learned, or if he hath a mental capacity at all-for, "out of sight is out of mind."

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Wherever he stands, he is antipodean, with his midnight to your The brightest sunshine serves only to make him the gloomier object; like a dark house at a general illumination. When he stirs, it is like a Venetian blind, being pulled up and down by a string; he is a human kettle tied to a dog's tail, and with much of the same tin twang in his tone. With botanists he is a species of solanum, or night-shade, whereof the berries are in his eyes;-amongst painters he is only contemned, for his ignorance of clare-obscure; but by musicians marvelled at for playing, ante-sight, on an invisible fiddle. He stands against a wall with his two blank orbs, like a figure in high relief, howbeit but seldom relieved; and though he is fond of getting pence, yet he is confessedly blind to his own interest.

In his religion he is a materialist, putting no faith but in things palpable. In politics, no visionary; in his learning a smatterer, his knowledge of all being superficial; in his age a child, being yet in leading-strings; in his life immortal, for death may lengthen his night,

but can put no end to his days; in his courage heroic, for he winks at no danger; in his pretensions humble, confessing that he is nothing, even in his own eyes; in his malady hopeless, for eyes of looking-glass would not help him to see. To conclude-he is pitied by the rich, relieved by the poor, oppressed by the beadle, and horse-whipped by the fox-hunter, for not giving the view holla!

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"Oh flesh, flesh, how art thou fishified !"-- MERCUTIO.

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It was my good fortune once, at Charing Cross's, to witness the feeding of the Boa Constrictor; rather a rare occurrence, and difficult of observation, the reptile not being remarkable for the regularity of its dinner-hour; and a very considerable interval intervenes, as the world knows, between Gorge the First, and Gorge the Second; Gorge the Third, and Gorge the Fourth. I was not in time to see the serpent's first dart at the prey; she had already twisted herself round her victim, a living White Rabbit-who with a large dark eye gazed piteously through one of the folds, and looked most eloquently that line in Hamlet

"O could I shuffle off this mortal coil!"

The Snake evidently only embraced him in a kill-him-when-I-wanthim manner, just firmly enough to prevent an escape-but her lips were glued on his, in a close "Judas' kiss." So long a time elapsed, in this position, both as marble-still as poor old Laocoon with his Leaches on, that I really began to doubt the tale of the Boa's ability in swallowing; and to associate the hoax before me, with that of the Bottle Conjuror. The head of the snake, in fact, might have gone without difficulty into a wine-glass, and the throat, down which the rabbit was to proceed whole, seemed not at all thicker than my thumb. In short, I thought the reported cram was nothing but stuff, and the only other visitor declared himself of my opinion: "If that 'ere little wiper swallows up the rabbit, I'll bolt um both!" and he seemed capable of the feat. He looked like a personification of what Political

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