The Comic Almanack, Volume 1: An Ephemeris in Jest and Earnest, Containing Merry Tales, Humerous Poetry, Quips, and OdditiesThackeray, William Makepeace
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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
And now I'm equipped for my jig,
I'll finish my begging petition—
(Pa says I'm as bad as a Whig;
Such a dab to get up a commission.)
But I'll thank you to buy, for Miss Green
A nice little stone and a muller;
And just paper enough for a screen—
Every sheet of a different colour.
Here's a note for Miss White at the Tower;
You must take it some day before two,
For she always goes out at that hour,
So I leave it entirely to you.
If it's all in your way coming back,
Just call at the Grove, Kentish Town,
And look in at the school of young Black—
His mamma wants to know if he's grown.
And next summer, when Pa comes to town,
He shall pay you whatever is due,
If you'll send the particulars down;
But I'll leave that entirely to you.
[Illustration:
SEPTEMBER.—Michaelmas Gander.
]
1830.] SEPTEMBER.
[Illustration]
1 St. Giles. The faithful Scroggins lifted to the skies,
A _consternation_ in his Molly's eyes.
6. Stratford Jubilee, 1769.
"Mother! mother! take in the clothes: here be the players a-coming!"
THE HARVEST SUPPER.
The latest load from the field is come,
"Hip! Hip! Hip! for the Harvest Home!"
The guests they throng to the feast in swarms,
More men than manners, more chairs than forms;
And 'twould puzzle a lawyer here to point,
And prove that the times are _out of joint_.
I love fat _fowls_ in a bill of _fare_,
Yet this for ever I will declare,
That the dish, however it may be scorned,
For a harvest supper is beef that's corned.
I love a dame of the good old sort,
The piano not her only forte,
Her sons, who something know beside
To break a pointer, drink, and ride;
And daughters, who return from school,
To feed the pullets, not dance _la poule_.
There are some that gather, who do not grow,
And some that reap, who are but _sow-sow_,
But the honest farmer, blunt and plain,
Who has never learned to drink champagne
(Like some, or else I'm much mistaken,
Who pinch the poor to save their bacon),
May plenty crown his peaceful dome,
And "Hip! Hip! Hip! for his Harvest Home."
15 Newspaper Stamp Duty reduced, 1836.
Chancellor of the Exchequer brought to his last penny.
29 Michaelmas Day. De _Goostibus_ non est disputandum.
ÀPROPOS OF THE GOOSE.
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