The Comic Almanack, Volume 1: An Ephemeris in Jest and Earnest, Containing Merry Tales, Humerous Poetry, Quips, and OdditiesThackeray, William Makepeace
Philosophy
The Comic Almanack, Volume 1: An Ephemeris in Jest and Earnest, Containing Merry Tales, Humerous Poetry, Quips, and Oddities
Thackeray, William Makepeace
Almanacs, English -- England -- London; English wit and humor
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│ [Illustration]│ MAY. │
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│ │Some modern sages, nothing can be flatter, │
│ │Find _Bi_-polarity 'twixt mind and matter. │
│ │There's prima facie proof, upon the whole, │
│ │It _once_ existed in the _man_-maypole. │
│ │But barring manners, you'll admit no less, │
│ │He stands conspicuous for his pole-height-ness. │
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│D.│ =Great Events and Odd Matters.= │_Prognosti-│
│ │ │fications._│
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│ 1│Chimney Sweepers' Jubilee. Emancipation of the │ │
│ │ _Blacks_. │ │
│ │ │ │
│ 2│ │ the lords │
│ │ │ │
│ 3│ ARCHERY.—MISS HIGGINS TO MISS FIGGINS. │and ladies │
│ │ │ │
│ 4│This comes to tell you, dearest Coz, I've been to │ ☌ ♂ │
│ │ Beulah Spa, │ │
│ │And there, among the Archer folk, have shone with such│ │
│ │ éclat. │ │
│ 5│Well, I declare, 'tis charming sport to play at bows │of all the │
│ │ and arrows: │ │
│ │I do not wonder little boys so love to shoot at │ │
│ │ sparrows. │ │
│ 6│Some petty, trifling accidents occurr'd, I must │ houses in │
│ │ confess: │ │
│ │In taking aim, I tore a hole in Mrs. Simpkin's dress, │ │
│ 7│Who gave me such a frightful look, as really made me │ _Petty_ │
│ │ shiver; │ │
│ │And put my nerves in such a way as caus'd my hand to │ │
│ │ quiver. │ │
│ 8│So, just as Mr. Foozle, in his most politest manner, │France.[2] │
│ │Was paying me fine compliments, and calling me Diana, │ │
│ 9│My elbow slipped, and struck him such a blow upon the │ ♋ ♀ ♐ │
│ │ nose, │ │
│ │As caus'd the blood to spirt about, and cover all his │ │
│ │ clothes. │ │
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