│15│and fog │ Urchins huzzaing; │ │ │ │ │ Trumpets are braying; │ snugly │ │16│looks │ Trombones are grumbling, │ │ │ │ │ Bassoons are rumbling, │ ensconce │ │17│just │ Clarinets speaking, │ │ │ │ │ Piccoloes squeaking. │ himself │ │18│like an │See, there goes the armour man; │ │ │ │ │Ne'er was a calmer man; │ within; │ │19│Irish │Sitting inside the _mail_, he │ │ │ │ │Looks a little bit paly. │ │ │20│bog │And hark! what a drumming! │ ♈ ☍ ♉ ♋ ♎ │ │ │ │The Lord Mayor is coming; │ │ │21│every │And here are the Aldermen, │with divers │ │ │ │There's very few balder men; │ │ │22│trouble │And there march the Livery, │ │ │ │ │Looking quite shivery; │ and sundry │ │23│now │In and out straggling, │ │ │ │ │Thro' the mud draggling. │ │ │24│seems │I'm sure the poor sinners │ ♊ ♒ ☿ ♍ │ │ │ │Must long for their dinners. │ │ │25│double │Well, now the fun's over │ │ │ │ │They'll fatten in clover; │ │ │26│and the │And afterwards drink on it. │ such-like │ │ │ │So, what do you think on it? │ │ │27│worst │Don't it shew quite effectual │ │ │ │ │The March Intellectual? │ │ │28│in all │ │ ♀ ♈ ☍ │ │ │ │ │ │ │29│the │ │ sad │ │ │ │ │ │ │30│year. │ │ mischances │ └──┴──────────┴──────────────────────────────────────────┴────────────┘ _Extracts from the Proceedings of the Association of British Illuminati, at their Annual Meeting, held in Dublin, August, 1835._ DR. HOAXUM read an interesting paper on the conversion of moonbeams into substance, and rendering shadows permanent, both of which he had recently exemplified in the establishment of some public companies, whose prospectuses he laid upon the table.