The Comic magazine, ed. by the editor of 'Figaro in London', 4 vols, Volume 2

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Gilbert Abbott A'Beckett

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Page 120 - I attended the annual exhibition of this school, and perceived, with some surprise, that the higher branches of science were among the studies of the pretty creatures I saw assembled there. One lovely girl of sixteen took her degree in mathematics, and another was examined in moral philosophy. They blushed so sweetly, and looked so beautifully .puzzled and confounded that it might have been difficult for an abler judge than I was to decide how far they merited the diploma they received.
Page 258 - Maybe it 'sa blessed bell," said O'Reirdon, crossing himself. " No, it is not a blessed bell." "Why, thin, now do you think me sitch a born nath'ral as to give in to that ? — as if the ringin' iv a bell, barrin' it was a blessed bell, could do the like, I tell you it 's impossible.
Page 194 - He'd swear just as loudly again. Then Fishmongers came on board that smack, By one and by two and by three ; And off they did pack in sieve, basket, or sack, All that lading of Lobsterte. Live Lobsters to Lumber Court were dragg'd, To be boil'd quick out of hand, And many for Mister GROVE were bagg'd, And for Willows's shop in the Strand. And some as salad or sauce serv'd up, Were destined to be on that day ; THE LAY OF THE LAST LOBSTER. 197 And some were saved for some that sup When returning at...
Page 199 - ... he'd swell at rememb'ring her charms, Whose love on his passion had smil'd, And whose thousands of offspring had bless'd his fond arms With a coral for every child. Like American warriors (not Yankies) he sang, His death-song divested of fear, And the Fishmonger's warehouse with plaudits had rang, Had he had any audience to hear. He sang of the warriors on whom he had fed, What time Nelson conquer'd the foe, And how many a head laid at morn on dry bed, Which ere night found a wet one below. He...
Page 195 - ... That lay on a Fishmonger's bulk, Was a love-striken LOBSTER who poked out his eyes, And withdrew 'em 'twixt sorrow and sulk.* And boding that boiling might prove a sad bore To a corner his cares he confined ; While a man, who had never beheld him before, Miss'd him now, and so left him behind ! Tho...
Page 199 - LOBSTER'S LAST LAY was his NEXT). " Then," said he, " to be kidnapp'd and brought up to town Like Skait, which they cruelly crimp, ' Clapping his claw on his heart. THE LIVELY SMACK— LOOKING OUT FOR SQUALLS THE LAY OF THE LAST LOBSTER. 201 Or vile Crabs" — for on Crabs ev'ry Lobster looks down ; Crabs on Crawfish, and Prawns on a Shrimp.

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