┌───────────────────────────────────────────────────────┬─────────────┐ │ SEPTEMBER. │ [1837.│ ├──┬────────────────────────────────────────────────────┴─────────────┤ │ │Soft, simple innocent!—how well you show │ │ │ The gentle pastimes of your Cockney mates; │ │ │From him, who sparrows shoots with penny bow, │ │ │ To him who, armed with Manton, braves the fates! │ │ │Alack! it grieves me that this shoeless boy │ │ │Should bootless follow the delusive joy; │ │ │For e'en the salt of _attic_ wit doth fail │ │ │To catch a goose:—'and thereby hangs a tale.' │ ├──┼────────────────────────────────────────────────────┬─────────────┤ │D.│ =Great Events and Odd Matters.= │ _Prognosti- │ │ │ │ fications._ │ ├──┼────────────────────────────────────────────────────┼─────────────┤ │ │Passenger-shooting begins. Old ladies and young │ │ │ 1│ children deemed fair game by cab and omnibus │ │ │ │ drivers. │ │ │ │ │ Further- │ │ 2│New _Style_. Eleven days _stepped_ over. │ more, │ │ │ │ │ │ 3│ │ △ ☿ ♍ ♅ │ │ │ [Illustration]│ │ │ 4│_Bartlemy Fair._ "Fair is foul, and foul is fair," │ let a │ │ │ Dabble thro' the mud "and filthy │ │ │ │ air." │ │ │ 5│ │ needy man │ │ │ │ │ │ 6│The sun of Bartlemy is well-nigh set, and his │ ☉ ♊ │ │ │latest rays are dull as the Dutch metal that gilds │ │ │ 7│his gingerbread kings. The last fair was a foul │ essay to │ │ │concern--the lions roared in a saw-dust solitude │ │ │ 8│and the monkeys chatter'd to empty boxes.--"Just │ open the │ │ │going to begin" was a never-ending cry, because │ │ │ 9│the sights waited all day for want of see-ers--Mr. │ heart or │ │ │Merryman was sad, for people would not down with │ │ │10│the dumps; and though he cried "Walk up! only │ draw │ │ │twopence," he failed to "take his change out of │ │ │11│that." In vain King Richard offer'd his kingdom │ the │ │ │for a horse; there were only a few asses within │purse-strings│ │12│ear-ing. The sausages met with no stuffers, and │ │