Dere muther, i think i shud be more cumfurtable if I had a few trifels witch you culd bye me, if yew wud onley sel sumthing and send me all the bils partickular, and I'l be sure to owe it you— namly sum needils and thred, and sum odd buttens, but thems of little use without you send me sum shirts, and a waistcote, and upper cote, to put em on, when those tumbles off thats on when you sends em, and sum brads, and some hammers do drive em with, and a spade an a pikax, an a saw, and some fish hooks, and gunpowdr, an sum shot, witch they wil be of the gratest conveniency, if you can send me a gun. likewis som stockins, an shues and other hardwares, only its no use to send me any bank nots, for my nerest naybours is sum ingun wagwams abuve 70 miles of, and I cudnt get change thare, so dont forgit some led, and some bullit moldes, for some blak fellers has been fishin close by, jist within 10 miles and I wants to have a pop at em with luv to all yore dutiful sone SAM. STROLLER. NOVEMBER. [1839. [Illustration] THE JOINT STOCK SUICIDE CLUB. [Sidenote: Put no faith in false Predictions, ☍ ♒ ♀ ♂ Patient bear the worst Inflictions. Fog or SUNSHINE, [Illustration] time will tell; Gentle Reader, Fare thee well.] Brothers! support me in my desperate duty! I first propose to all a cup of Rue-tea, While I recite once more the various ways Our club allows to terminate our days. ———————————— We recommend strongly steamboat trips To those who are tired of their wives; For it's better to scald to death at once Than pass in hot water your lives. The club prescribe a railroad ride, To such as are bent on marriages; If they're looking for sweet, 'tis like they'll meet A _Jam_ between two carriages. Or take your place when the coaches race, And an opposition rages, It's a pleasanter trick to be popp'd off quick, Than be kill'd by lingering stages. But we wish all poets to try their pens On a work of fun and fancy; They'll hang on a hook, ere they finish their book, In a fit of _neck_-romancy. Now a dismal band, let us seek the Strand, From Waterloo to jump, And we'll leap from the piers, 'mid the barges' _tiers_, To show that our club's a trump. [Illustration] 23. First balloon ass-sent, 1782. I wonder which will be the last—don't you? 29. Insurrection of the Poles, 1830. Paupers proclaim, so dignified their stations, The shears a trespass on the rights of nations.