8 age have seen." And he improved his worthy readers by telling them, that there 9 had lately been 10 11 12 13 14 15 16 17 "Lightnings dreadful, with deluges of rain; "The Heavens on fire, these Omens not in vain; "Besides a Star with a long flaming Beard, "Which indicates PROGNOSTICATION. What if the Bull's tail should be still in Orion's eye? I say still, because there it has been too long, and there will be neither peace nor happiness till it is out. Its malign influence, while in that brilliant constellation, is all-pervading. For the violent intermittent it produces there is a specific remedy; but what skill hath be A that merely feels the sleepless patient's pulse, recommends sleep, yet gives no opiate, no medicine, nothing but advice to go no where else; orders him not to call again till some judgments to be fear'd!" much better; and by no means 18 Old Sir Simon the King. 19 BOBBING JOAN. 20 Bampfylde Moore Carew. 21 PHILIP QUARLL. 22 Beau Fidelle. 23 John Doe 24 24 Richard Rot} brothers-in-law. 25 26 A Legal Question. "What's Honesty?" Th' Attorney cried, "What good will it return you ?” Poor Will replied, 27 28 29 "I'm sure it don't concern you 30 31 Slender Billy. יין 22222 25 St. Matthie 26 127 28 29 The latter saying alludes to the introduction] of the Intercalary or 29th Day in Leap-Year. good-night dying dyer winking what-nots also, if the weather be boisterous, there shall be storms. FEBRUARY. That the Pope is still a Catholic most plainly doth appear, 3 But warm, and bright, and calm as May, The birds, conceiving a design To forestal sweet St. Valentine, 4 In many an orchard, copse, and grove, Assembled on affairs of love, 5 And with much twitter and much chatter, Began to agitate the matter. 6 7 8 9 10 11 12 13 141 15 16 17 18 At length a Bulfinch, who could boast My friends! be cautious how ye treat A Finch, whose tongue knew no control, A last year's bird, who ne'er had tried What marriage means, thus pert replied: Methinks the gentleman, quoth she, By his good will would keep us single Till death exterminate us all. I marry without more ado, My dear Dick Redcap, what say you? Dick heard, and tweedling, ogling, bridling, Turning short round, strutting and sideling, Attested, glad, his approbation POOR HUMPHREY caution sin Oleth his readers against certain CUMBER LAND conjurers who pretend to wonderful discoveries, without any thing to make a show of but a museum of dead old Doctor's ill-preserved Bottle-Imps, and a few cut-down Mawkins. They raise a huge cry about a Pope's-nest with a couple of large eggs i it, which they think they could get at if the Pontiff was not sitting like a brood-hen, and hatching one into a Roman Catholic Parliament, and the other into a Popish Church Establishment. These addlings in the heads of the CUMBER LANDS should warn their friends to look well after them. They ought to travel for their health, and give up all thoughts of the pious memory of TITUS OATES, and Protestant Clubs founded on his principles. |