├────────────────────────────────────┤ │ Pray give me your _countenance_; │ │ it will put a _better_ │ │ _face_ upon the matter. │ ├────────────────────────────────────┤ │ I trust you wont be _dreadfully_ │ │ _affected_ on receipt of this. │ ├────────────────────────────────────┤ │ Sow your wild oats, and │ │ reap five-p'un'-'_otes_. │ ├────────────────────────────────────┤ │ You _do_! │ │ I _dun_. │ ├────────────────────────────────────┤ │ The "Governor" holds out, │ │ and wont give up the keys. │ ├────────────────────────────────────┤ │ Eat a hearty breakfast, and │ │ _Dinner_ forget. │ ├────────────────────────────────────┤ │ To one who possesses a good large │ │ _chere amie_ (_share o' me_). │ ├────────────────────────────────────┤ │ If I _correspond_ with you, │ │ You must "_match_" with me. │ ├────────────────────────────────────┤ │ You're _dying_ for me you declare; │ │ So you _are_, poor old │ │ fellow,—_your hair_. │ ├────────────────────────────────────┤ │ Friendship is the _cement_ of │ │ life, and we the "_bricks_." │ ├────────────────────────────────────┤ │ You require _bleeding_; │ │ Allow me to _stick_ you. │ ├────────────────────────────────────┤ │ This is the land of Liberty, │ │ so I take one. │ ├────────────────────────────────────┤ │ Don't be always _for-getting_, │ │ And never _for-giving_. │ ├────────────────────────────────────┤ │ For _cleaning_ your _tables_ │ │ there's nothing like a good │ │ "_Sponge_." │ ├────────────────────────────────────┤ │ One chaste salute, │ │ Go it my _two-lips_. │ ├────────────────────────────────────┤ │ Give your _countenance_, and │ │ you'll give something │ │ extremely _handsome_. │ └────────────────────────────────────┘