THE CARELESSE NURSE MAYD.. I SAWE a Mayd sitte on a Bank, And whiles His flatterynge Vowes She drank, EW FANNY. TO FANNY. "Gay being, born to flutter!"-SALE'S GLEE. Is this your faith, then, Fanny! What, to chat with every Dun! I'm the one, then, but of many, Not of many, but the One! Last night you smil'd on all, Ma'am, That appear'd in scarlet dress; And your Regimental Ball, Ma'am, Look'd a little like a Mess. I thought that of the Sogers (As the Scotch say) one might do, And that I, slight Ensign Rogers, Was the chosen man and true. But 'Sblood! your eye was busy With that ragamuffin mob ;Colonel Buddell-Colonel DizzyAnd Lieutenant-Colonel Cobb. General Joblin, General Jodkin, Colonels-Kelly, Felly, with Majors-Sturgeon, Truffle, Bodkin, And the Quarter-master Smith. Major Powderum-Major DowdrumMajor Chowdrum-Major ByeCaptain Tawney-Captain Fawney, Captain Any-one-but I ! Deuce take it! when the regiment You so praised, I only thought That you lov'd it in abridgment, But I now am better taught! | I went, as loving man goes, "It beareth the name of Vanity Fair, because the town where it is kept is lighter than vanity;' and also because all that is there sold, or that cometh thither, is vanity." PILGRIM'S PROGRESS. "I named this place Boothia."-CAPTAIN ROSS. "A FANCY Fair," said my friend L., in his usual quaint style, "is a fair subject for fancy; take up your pen and try. For instance, there was one held at the Mansion House. Conceive a shambling shock-headed clodpole, familiar with the wakes of Bow, Barnet, and Bartlemy, elbowing his awkward way into the Egyptian Hall, his round eyes and mouth all-agape in the ludicrous expectation of seeing the Lord Mayor standing on his very Worshipful head, the Lady Mayoress lifting a hundred weight by her Right Honourable hair, the Sword-Bearer swallowing his blade of state, the Recorder conjuring ribands from his learned and eloquent mouth, and the Senior Alderman with a painted York-and-Lancaster-face, dancing a saraband à la Pierrot! Or fancy Jolterhead at the fair of the Surrey Zoological, forcing his clumsy destructive course through groups of female fashionables, like a hog in a tulip bed, with the equally laughable inten tion of inspecting long horns and short horns, prime beasts and lean stock; of handling the porkers and coughing the colts. Nay, imagine our bumpkin at the great Fancy Fair of all, blundering up to a stall kept by a Royal Duchess, and inquiring perseveringly for a gilt gingerbread King and Queen-a long-promised fairing to brother Bill at Leighton Buzzard!" Little did L. dream during this flourish of fancy, that his whim sical fiction had been A ROUND OF BEEF. forestalled by fact; and a deep shade of vexation passed over his features while he perused the following hints from Hants, as conveyed in a bona fide letter to the Editor of the Comic Annual. HONNORD SUR, Dont no if you Be a Hamshire man, or a man atacht to the fancy, but as Both such myself, have took the libberty to write about what is no joke. Of coarse allude to being Hoaxt up to Lonnon, to sea a fair no fair at all and About as much fancy as you mite fancy on the pint of a pin. Have follerd the Fancy, ever since cumming of Age, and bean to every Puglistical fite, from the Gaim Chicking down to the fite last weak. Have bated Buls drawd Baggers, and Kild rats myself meening to say with my hone Dogs. Ought to no wot Fancy his. Self prays is no re-comendation But have bean at every Fair Waik or Revvle in England. Ought to no then wot a Fare is. Has for the Lonnon job-could Sea nothin like Fancy and nothing like fare. Only a Toy shop out of Town with a gals skool looking after it, without a Guvverness and all oglein like Winkin. Lots of the fare sects but no thimbel rig, no priking in the garter no nothing. Am blest if our hone little Fare down at Goos Grean dont lick it all to Styx. Bulbeating, Baggerdrawing, Cuggleplaying, Rastlin, a Sopped pigtale, a Mane of Cox Jackasreacing jumpin in Sax and a Grand Sire Peal of Trouble Bobs puld by the Collige youths by way of givin a Bells Life to the hole. Call that Fancy. Too Wild Best Shoes, fore theaters besides a Horseplay a Dwarft a She Giant a fat Child a prize ox five carriboo savidges a lurned Pigg an Albany with wite Hares a real See Murmad a Fir Eater and lots of Punshes and Juddis. Call that a Fare. Now for Lonnon. No Sanderses-no Richardsens no wum wills menageris no backy boxis to shy for-no lucky Boxis. No poster makin no jugling or Dancing. Prest one yung laidy in ruge cheaks and trowsers verry civelly For a bit of a caper on the tite rop-But miss got on the hi rop, and calld for a conestubble. Askt annother in a ridding habbit for the faver of a little horsemunship and got kicked out of her Booth. Goos Grean for my munny! Saw a yung laidy there that swallerd a Sord and wasnt too Partickler to jump threw a hoop. Dutchesses look dull after that at a Fare. Verry dignified, but Prefer the Wax Wurk, as a Show. Dont sea anny think in Watch Pappers cut out by Countisses that have been born with all their harms and legs-not Miss Biffins. Must say one thing for Goos Grean. Never got my pockit pict xcept at Lonnon-am sorry to say lost my Reader and Ticker and every Dump I had let alone a single sovran. And lost the best part of that besides to a Yung Laidy that nevver gave change. Greenish enuf says you for my Tim of Day but I was gammund by the baggidge to bye five shillin Pin Cushins. Wish Charrity |