Then there's _my_ little bill of two hundred For laces and trimmings—but laws! You wont grudge your poor rib a few ribbons; Will you, duck?—and ten guineas for gauze. And a hundred for bonnets and hats, And my last di'mond set—such a dear!— Kiss me, love! Oh! the joys of the season! Merry Christmas and happy New Year! And the ponies—my pet little Grey, And Miss Slimlegs, and Giraffe, and Beauty: (But you know, love, they're all under size, And so don't pay a farthing of duty;) The coach-hacks, _but_ two hundred pounds: (We don't drive our own tits—_that's_ dear:) So I wish you the joys of the season— Merry Christmas and happy New Year! And, oh dear! here's a note from your steward! He says your estate he's been round, And examined your books and your papers; And you can't pay a crown in the pound. There's writs out against you by scores; You're surrounded by tipstaves and bums; So I wish you, my love, a good Christmas! And a happy New Year—when it comes! [Illustration: FEBRUARY.—Valentine's Day. ] ┌──────────────────────────────────────────────────────┬──────────────┐ │ FEBRUARY. │ [1837.│ ├──┬───────────────────────────────────────────────────┴──────────────┤ │ │No more the farmer's dame shall rue │ │ │The slaughter of her poultry crew; │ │ │Compell'd, this month, to sign a truce │ │ │With turkey, donkey, pig, and goose, │ │ │The Cockney Sportsman grounds his arms, │ │ │And dicky birds are free from harms; │ │ │Percussion guns become a jest, │ │ │Put on their _caps_, and _go to rest_. │ ├──┼───────────────────────────────────────────────────┬──────────────┤ │D.│ =Great Events and Odd Matters.= │ _Prognosti- │ │ │ │ fications._ │ ├──┼───────────────────────────────────────────────────┼──────────────┤ │ 1│New River begun, 1608. Drunk _at a Temperance │ than │ │ │ meeting_ 1836. │ │ │ │ │ │ │ 2│_Candle_MAS DAY. Some _dark_ affair now brought to │ ☍ ♀ △ ♐ │ │ │ _light_. │ │ │ │ │ │ │ 3│BLAISE. "Farmers, look to your ricks!"—SWING. │ │