│13│what │He's practising some other feats, │ ☉ ☽ ♑ ♀ │ │ │ │ Which time will soon reveal; │ │ │14│to do │One is, to squeeze an _Orange_ flat, │ │ │ │ │ And strip it of its _Peel_. │ jogging │ │15│the │ │ │ │ │ │The next he'll find a toughish job, │ │ │16│Season's │ For one so far in years; │ along │ │ │ │He wants to pull an old _House_ down, │ │ │17│Signs │ That's now propp'd up by _Peers_. │ │ │ │ │ │ │ │18│are │I've heard of physic thrown to dogs, │ ☉ ♊ ♓ ♓ │ │ │ │ And very much incline │ │ │19│now │To think it true, for we've a pack │ slowly and │ │ │ │ Who only _bark_ and _w_(h)_ine_. │ │ │20│so few │ │ │ │ │ │The _Turnspit_ of the sad old days │cautelously;│ │21│and │ Is vain enough to boast, │ │ │ │ │Altho' his "occupation's gone," │ │ │22│all │ He still could _rule the roast_. │ ☽ △ ♓ │ │ │ │ │ │ │23│that │But turnspits now are out of date,— │ │ │ │ │ We all despise the hack, │ feeling │ │24│I have │And in the kitchen of the state │ │ │ │ │ We still prefer a _Jack_. │ my way, │ │25│got │ │ │ │ │ │ │ │ │26│to say │ │ │ │ │ │ │as it were, │ │27│is, take │ │ │ │ │ │ │ with │ │28│care of │ │ │ │ │ │ │ │ │29│Saint │ │ ♄ ♃ ♂ ☉ ⚹ │ │ │ │ │ │ │30│Swithin's │ │ my eye at │ │ │ │ │ │ │31│day! │ │ │ └──┴──────────┴──────────────────────────────────────────┴────────────┘ _STANZAS, addressed to Mrs...., of ... Terrace Cat and Mutton Fields._