The Comic annual. By T. Hood

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Pagina 85 - M'Farlane ! you have not come across my poor little boy, have you, in your beat? Do, good people, move on ! don't stand staring at me like a parcel of stupid stuck pigs; Saints forbid! but...
Pagina 82 - O Lord ! O dear, my heart will break, I shall go stick stark staring wild! Has ever a one seen anything about the streets like a crying lost-looking child? Lawk help me, I don't know where to look, or to run, if I only knew which way — A Child as is lost about London streets, and especially Seven Dials, is a needle in a bottle of hay. I am all in a quiver — get out of my sight, do, you wretch...
Pagina 91 - I never knew what a precious he was — but a child don't not feel like a child till you miss him. Why, there he is ! Punch and Judy hunting, the young wretch...
Pagina 96 - In our eyes blue lightnings flash. One wide water all around us, All above us one black sky ; Different deaths at once surround us : Hark ! what means that dreadful cry ? The fore-mast's gone, cries every tongue out, O'er the lee, twelve feet 'bove deck ; A leak beneath the chest-tree's sprung out.
Pagina 91 - I'd give the whole wide world, if the world was mine, to clap my two longin' eyes on his face. For he's my darlin' of darlin's, and if he don't soon come back, you'll see me drop stone dead on the place. I only wish I'd got him safe in these two motherly arms, and wouldn't I hug him and kiss him...
Pagina 99 - While o'er the ship wild waves are beating, We for wives or children mourn ; Alas ! from hence there's no retreating, Alas ! to them there's no return. Still the leak is gaining on us : Both chain-pumps are chok'd below — Heav'n have mercy here upon us ! For only that can save us now.
Pagina 91 - I'm scared when I think of them Cabroleys, they drive so, they'd run over their own Sisters and Brothers. Or may be he's stole by some chimbly sweeping wretch, to stick fast in narrow flues and what not, And be poked up behind with a picked pointed pole, when the soot has ketched, and the chimbly's red hot. Oh, I'd give the whole wide world, if the world was mine, to clap my two longin
Pagina 149 - you are a fool; would you have the boy good for nothing p " The same lady once consulted the Doctor on the degree of turpitude to be attached to her son's^ robbing an orchard. " Madam," said Johnson, " it all depends upon the weight of the boy. I remember my schoolfellow Davy Garrick, who was always a little fellow, robbing a dozen of orchards with impunity, but the very first time I climbed up...
Pagina 33 - With these words he drew aside, and the robbers, looking through the door, perceived it was even as he said, for the dead body of the child was lying on the hall table, with the same black ring round THE COMMON-LOT. its eyes, and dressed in brocade and riband as though death had carried it off, even as he said, in its holiday clothes. "• Now...
Pagina 24 - To haunt, as people say ! My ghost can't walk, for, oh ! my legs Are many leagues away ! " Lord ! think when I am swimming round, And looking where the boat is, A shark just snaps away a half, Without

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