┌─────────────┬───────────────────────────────────────────────────────┐ │1836.] │ JUNE. │ ├─────────────┼───────────────────────────────────────────────────────┤ │ │The Midsummer nights fly swiftly by, │ │ │While Members are "catching the Speaker's eye;" │ │ │And the _Outs_ are employing their labour and wit │ │ │On those who are _In_, to serve "notice to quit." │ ├──┬──────────┼──────────────────────────────────────────┬────────────┤ │ M│ Season's │ =Odd Matters.= │ WEATHER. │ │ D│ Signs. │ │ │ ├──┼──────────┼──────────────────────────────────────────┼────────────┤ │ 1│Lawyers │ "HOLIDAYS AT PUBLIC OFFICES." │ │ │ │ │ │ │ │ 2│now may │I've often thought how hard the fate │ and │ │ │ │ Of those, who're destin'd, day by day, │ │ │ 3│take │To rise up early, lie down late, │ sufficient │ │ │ │ And waste, in toil, their lives away. │ │ │ 4│their │ │ reasons │ │ │ │And often have I ask'd myself, │ │ │ 5│ease, │ When musing o'er these scenes of woe, │ ♈ ☿ ♍ ♀ ♑ │ │ │ │"Couldst thou, for sake of sordid pelf, │ │ │ 6│and │ Oppress thy fellow-creatures so?" │ ♅ ☊ ♌ │ │ │ │ │ │ │ 7│counsel │Then fancy would begin to paint │ │ │ │ │ The griefs of little cotton-spinners, │ instead of │ │ 8│reckon │Compell'd to labour till they faint, │ │ │ │ │ That bloated knaves may eat good │ │ │ │ │ dinners. │ │ │ 9│up their │ │ │ │ │ │I thought of poor young milliners, │ ♃ ♂ ⊕ │ │10│fees; │ Who toil all night, with matted tresses,│ │ │ │ │And faces pale, that Fashion's dames │ jumping │ │11│for │ May grace the ball in fancy dresses. │ │ │ │ │ │ at once │ │12│now │And then I thought upon the Pole, │ │ │ │ │ Condemn'd, among Siberia's snow, │into the ice│ │13│the │With shackled limbs and blighted soul, │ │ │ │ │ The joys of freedom ne'er to know. │ and snow │ │14│welcome │ │ │ │ │ │With those who work in powder mill. │ │ │15│long │ Life's value scarcely weighs a feather, │ │