│ │ │ 4│_C._ Why, you've nothing at all in the house, then, │ ♉ ☍ ♉ ♀ │ │ │ it seems?—_W._ Oh! yes we have. │ │ │ │_C._ What?—_W._ AN EXECUTION! │ │ │ 5│ │ │ │ │ │ it should │ │ 6│ │ │ │ │ │ hereby │ │ 7│ │ │ │ │ │seem to the │ │ 8│ │ │ │ │ │undiscerning│ │ 9│A mob of _Johnnies_ lay rough hands on the Spinning │ │ │ │ _Jennies_, 1779. │ │ │ │ │ multitude, │ │10│_Spenser_ died, succeeded by _Coats_. (Query, │ │ │ │ _Romeo_?) │ │ │ │ │ │ │11│ │ ♀ ♃ ⊕ │ │ │ │ │ │12│Day _breaks_. ——Poor fellow! when, and where? │that I have │ │ │ I pity him, I do declare; │ │ │13│ Unlike the surly wight, who said, │ deserted, │ │ │ When rous'd up from his downy bed, │ │ │14│ "What is't to me, if broke or no? │ ♒ ☿ ♊ ♎ │ │ │ He owes _me_ nothing." (_Vide_ JOE.) │ │ │15│ And Mrs. Day,—his loving mate,— │ the │ │ │ 'Twill break her heart, as sure as │ │ │ │ fate. │ │ │16│ Oh, no! she treats it very _light_;— │ Celestial │ │ │ She's run away with Mr. Night. │ │ │17│ Should Mrs. Day, though, meet her │ Science, │ │ │ _sun_, │ │ │ │ Then Mr. Night will be undone; │ │ │18│ For by some magic,—strange to say,— │ ☿ ♑ │ │ │ This _sun_ will turn _Night_ into │ │ │ │ _Day._ │ │ │19│ │ and proved │ │ │ │ │ │20│ │an unworthy │ │ │ │ │