┌────────────────────────────────────────────────────────┬────────────┐ │ JUNE. │ [1837.│ ├──┬─────────────────────────────────────────────────────┴────────────┤ │ │Pattern of patience,—placid punter,—say, │ │ │ Since early dawn, when thou didst take thy stand, │ │ │How many nibbles hast thou had? I pray,— │ │ │ How many minnows hast thou brought to land? │ │ │Not one!—yet comfort thee, Piscator bold; │ │ │One thing, at least, you're sure to catch,—_a cold_! │ ├──┼─────────────────────────────────────────────────────┬────────────┤ │D.│ =Great Events and Odd Matters.= │_Prognosti- │ │ │ │fications._ │ ├──┼─────────────────────────────────────────────────────┼────────────┤ │ 1│ │ Crib │ │ │[Illustration] │ │ │ 2│ │ squaring │ │ │ │ │ │ 3│Transit of Venus. A ship-load of Vestals consigned to│ to Gully │ │ │ Van Diemen's land. │ │ │ │ │ │ │ 4│ │ ☍ □ ♂ ☉ │ │ │ │ │ │ 5│ │ had a more │ │ │[Illustration] │ │ │ 6│ │ sinster │ │ │ │ │ │ 7│ │aspect than │ │ │ │ │ │ 8│Sun rises 3 h. 48 m. │ Mercury │ │ │ │ │ │ 9│ I wish _my_ Son would rise as soon, │squaring to │ │ │ To breathe the balmy air of June,— │ │ │10│ The lazy dog! │ Mars? │ │ │ Not snoring half his hours away, │ │ │11│ Lie like a torpid lump of clay, │ ♎ ♃ ☿ │ │ │ Or old King Log. │ │ │12│ To rouse the sluggard from his nest, │ Then, │ │ │ I've all things tried, and done my │ │ │ │ best,— │ │ │13│ The prig! │as touching │ │ │ I've stripped the clothes, in hopes │ │