│ │ he'd mend; │ │ │14│ I've given him strap,—a thick rope's │ THE │ │ │ end,— │ │ │ │ Cold pig! │ │ │15│ In vain!—There lies the stupid clown, │ WEATHER │ │ │ As if the Night Mare held him down. │ │ │16│ │ ♈ ☍ │ │ │ │ │ │17│ │what better │ │ │ │ │ │18│Battle of Waterloo. _Lobsters_ in [Illustration]│ │ │ │ season. │ │ │ │ │ index │ │19│ │ │ │ │ [Illustration] │ │ │20│ │ need we of │ │ │ │ │ │21│Daniel Lambert died. Grand Diet of _Worms_. │ ♂ ☉ ♉ ♋ │ │ │ │ │ │22│[Illustration] The grave-digger fled, all a-shiv'ring│ its │ │ │ and shaking, │ │ │ │ For old Mother Earth she cried, │ │ │23│ With a terrible groan: "Why the deuce │evershifting│ │ │ are you making │ │ │ │ This precious big hole in my side!" │ │ │24│ │ ♊ ♒ △ │ │ │ │ │ │25│QUARTER DAY. Moon hides behind a cloud, for fear of │ variable │ │ │ being shot. │ │ │ │ │ │ │26│ │ variations │ │ │ │ │ │27│ │ ☿ □ ☊ ♍ │ │ │ │ than the │ │28│ Ha! my lad, you've caught a Tartar, │countenance │ │ │ Landlords never give _no quarter_. │ │ │29│ │ of │ │ │ │ │ │30│ │ Spouse? │ └──┴─────────────────────────────────────────────────────┴────────────┘ MISS AMELIA SMITH TO MISS JULIA SMYTHE.