DOI issue:
July to December, 1854
DOI Page / Citation link:https://doi.org/10.11588/diglit.16614#0153
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HOW KIND.
Cruel little Puth. "On Harrietts dear—Put on your hat and let us thee the Steamboat come in. The Thea is tiio
ROUGIi!—AND THE PEOPLE will BE SO ABTHURDLY THICK1.!!"
THE TYRANT'S DOOM.
(By Tdmmus.)
As 1 was a Littun atop of a gate,
In pace and in quiet my victuals to ate,
There come a young ooman along the road-zide,
" Now what bist thee arter ?" says I, "purty maaid ? "
" Well, if you must know, then, I '11 tell you," says she,
"I be gwyun into town, mun, and that's'what I be."
" And what, purty maaiden, bist gwyun there vor ? "
"Oh! to hear if there's any moor news viom the War."
" What consarn is the War unto thee, then ? " says I;
" Oh! never you mind," she so sharp did reply.
" But I wants for to git satisfaction about
The wounded and killed if the listes is out."
*' Ah! thee bist afeard 'bout zome chap o' thy kin,
That either the vleet, or the vorces is in."
"No, I han't got no kinsman among 'em at all,"
And the drops from her eye did begin for to fall.
" Then thee'st got a zweetheart," says T, " I suppose,
By thy tears tricklun down 'long Ihe zide o' thy nose."
" There's a young man as went, for a soger," she said,
And I wishes I know'd if he's livin or dead."
" Now come, purty maiden," says I, "leave off cry'n,
There's hundreds and thousands in a wus case than thiiif
There's mothers, young ooman, and zisters, and wives :
And their zons, brothers, husbands, a lozun their lives."
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Tis frightful to think on; 'tis dreadful," she said.
" Oh, what must there be on that Imperor's head ! "
" Well," says I, " altogether, I s'pose, not much less
Than a million of murders, to gie a round guess."
" What, a million ! " cries she, " what will ever be done
With the wretch if he's cotched—when they han^s men for one?'
" Done ? " says I—" why, young ooman, they '11 let un alone.
Ees, as likely as not, let un bide on a's throne.
" When murder's committed at that mighty rate,
They lets off the culpurt 'cause why he's so great;
For tyrants be reckou'd too big for the 'size,
Such precious fine fellers they be in folks' eyes."
"They wun't sarve un out, then," says she, "for his crimes ? "
" Did," says I, " they'd have to hang un a million o' times ;
Seeun that can't be done ; why they '11 let the chap goo,
But I '11 tell 'ee what I should like wi' uu to do.
" I'd snffer'n no moor 'long o' Christians to live,
But a den to un 'mongst the wild beastes I'd give,
This feller that's caused zo much bloodshed to flow,
I'd ha' took round the country in 'Oomwells's show.
"There his teeth a med grind, and his eves a med roll,
Whilst he wor stirred up wi' the keeper's long pole :
Zo I'd ha' the brute, carted vrom Fair unto Fair,
Wi' ' walk up, good folks, and zee the Gurt Ilooshan Bear.' "
Elastic Shot.
A deputation from the Peace Society waited, yesterday, on the
Duke op Newcastle, 1o request that, in concession to the require-
ments of humanity, Indian rubber balls ouly should be employed in the
war against Nicholas.
ad captandum.
A Lady, very fashionably known for her mistakes in English, French,
and all languages, says, " the worst of Louis Napoleon's proclama-
tions to the army is—they are certainly extremely good—but then they
are so very ad claptrapandum."
HOW KIND.
Cruel little Puth. "On Harrietts dear—Put on your hat and let us thee the Steamboat come in. The Thea is tiio
ROUGIi!—AND THE PEOPLE will BE SO ABTHURDLY THICK1.!!"
THE TYRANT'S DOOM.
(By Tdmmus.)
As 1 was a Littun atop of a gate,
In pace and in quiet my victuals to ate,
There come a young ooman along the road-zide,
" Now what bist thee arter ?" says I, "purty maaid ? "
" Well, if you must know, then, I '11 tell you," says she,
"I be gwyun into town, mun, and that's'what I be."
" And what, purty maaiden, bist gwyun there vor ? "
"Oh! to hear if there's any moor news viom the War."
" What consarn is the War unto thee, then ? " says I;
" Oh! never you mind," she so sharp did reply.
" But I wants for to git satisfaction about
The wounded and killed if the listes is out."
*' Ah! thee bist afeard 'bout zome chap o' thy kin,
That either the vleet, or the vorces is in."
"No, I han't got no kinsman among 'em at all,"
And the drops from her eye did begin for to fall.
" Then thee'st got a zweetheart," says T, " I suppose,
By thy tears tricklun down 'long Ihe zide o' thy nose."
" There's a young man as went, for a soger," she said,
And I wishes I know'd if he's livin or dead."
" Now come, purty maiden," says I, "leave off cry'n,
There's hundreds and thousands in a wus case than thiiif
There's mothers, young ooman, and zisters, and wives :
And their zons, brothers, husbands, a lozun their lives."
<C 5
Tis frightful to think on; 'tis dreadful," she said.
" Oh, what must there be on that Imperor's head ! "
" Well," says I, " altogether, I s'pose, not much less
Than a million of murders, to gie a round guess."
" What, a million ! " cries she, " what will ever be done
With the wretch if he's cotched—when they han^s men for one?'
" Done ? " says I—" why, young ooman, they '11 let un alone.
Ees, as likely as not, let un bide on a's throne.
" When murder's committed at that mighty rate,
They lets off the culpurt 'cause why he's so great;
For tyrants be reckou'd too big for the 'size,
Such precious fine fellers they be in folks' eyes."
"They wun't sarve un out, then," says she, "for his crimes ? "
" Did," says I, " they'd have to hang un a million o' times ;
Seeun that can't be done ; why they '11 let the chap goo,
But I '11 tell 'ee what I should like wi' uu to do.
" I'd snffer'n no moor 'long o' Christians to live,
But a den to un 'mongst the wild beastes I'd give,
This feller that's caused zo much bloodshed to flow,
I'd ha' took round the country in 'Oomwells's show.
"There his teeth a med grind, and his eves a med roll,
Whilst he wor stirred up wi' the keeper's long pole :
Zo I'd ha' the brute, carted vrom Fair unto Fair,
Wi' ' walk up, good folks, and zee the Gurt Ilooshan Bear.' "
Elastic Shot.
A deputation from the Peace Society waited, yesterday, on the
Duke op Newcastle, 1o request that, in concession to the require-
ments of humanity, Indian rubber balls ouly should be employed in the
war against Nicholas.
ad captandum.
A Lady, very fashionably known for her mistakes in English, French,
and all languages, says, " the worst of Louis Napoleon's proclama-
tions to the army is—they are certainly extremely good—but then they
are so very ad claptrapandum."