To start fair game has been my aim, and make imposture smart; To raise a laugh at many a calf the object of my heart, And "shoot at Folly as she flies," and fix her with my dart; And it's all for your comfort and joy. Now don't despise my prophecies, and think 'em only jokes, They're just as true, I promise you, as those of other folks; And while old MOORE is such a bore, 'tis harmless sure to hoax, For it's all for your comfort and joy. "Let TURKEY fear the Christmas near"—and ducks, if they are young, And apropos of _Quacks_,—the _game_ is up with Doctor Long, But tho' we've lost the _rubber_, we've in _tricks_ been pretty strong, And it's all for your comfort and joy. We've toll'd the bell that rings the knell of Morison and Co., And _floor'd_ the funny Chancellor, with all his Penny Show, Who veers about to show the folk which way the wind doth blow, And it's all for your comfort and joy. Our most uncommon Commons, and our very peerless Peers, In clearing off _old scores_, have burnt the house about their ears; Of such a nest of phœnixes I own I had my fears, But 'twas all for their comfort and joy. Now let not those who've 'scaped my blows believe that I am fickle, For many a "Pure," who looks demure, I've put a rod in pickle, And if I'm here another year their backs I'll smartly tickle, So there's tidings of comfort and joy. =Moral.= WHILE WE VENERATE WHAT IS DESERVING OF VENERATION, LET US NOT FORGET, THAT QUACKERY, KNAVERY, BIGOTRY, AND SUPERSTITION, ALWAYS MERIT EXPOSURE AND CASTIGATION. [Illustration] THE COMIC ALMANACK FOR 1836. [Illustration] PROCLAMATION.