┌──────────────────────────────────────────────────────┬──────────────┐ │ NOVEMBER. │[Illustration]│ ├──┬───────────────────────────────────────────────────┼──────────────┤ │ │The night comes on, when, braving civic law, │ │ │ │The little savage burns his man of straw; │ │ │ │Admires the hero as the crackers fly, │ │ │ │And _fires_, to emulate the glorious Guy. │ │ │ │With artless art he plans his victim's fall, │ │ │ │Some apple-woman dozing at her stall, │ │ │ │Who, waking, cries—half conscious of the fray— │ │ │ │"How very _odd_ my _pairs_ is blow'd away!" │ │ ├──┼───────────────────────────────────────────────────┼──────────────┤ │D.│ =Great Events and Odd Matters.= │ _Prognosti- │ │ │ │ fications._ │ ├──┼───────────────────────────────────────────────────┼──────────────┤ │ │ │ │ │ │ALL SAINTS. Duke of Cumberland, Lord Lyndhurst, │ │ │ 1│ Lord Melbourne, Crockford, Joseph Hume, Dan. │ duly │ │ │ O'Connell. │ │ │ │ │ │ │ 2│_First Day of Nervous epidemic among sundry idle │ concocted │ │ │ Term._ gents, │ │ │ │ who expect to be raised to the │ │ │ │ _Bench_, and │ │ │ 3│[Illustration] who are _pressed_ to "man the │ according │ │ │ _Fleet_." │ │ │ │ │ │ │ 4│ │ to art, │ │ │ │ │ │ 5│GUNPOWDER PLOT. Guy _Vaux_ blows up the House of │ ♀ ⚹ ♏ ☽ │ │ │ Lords. │ │ │ │ │ │ │ 6│ FIFTH OF NOVEMBER. │ │ │ │ │ to the │ │ 7│What a pity 'tis this glorious fun day │ │ │ │Should chance, this year, to fall on Sunday; │ fulfilment │ │ 8│And leave us thus without the hope │ │ │ │Of burning Guy Fawkes and the Pope; │ whereof │ │ 9│Balking the little blackguard boys │ │ │ │Of all their pretty, simple joys! │ │ │10│I'm sure 'twill grieve them very sadly, │ ☿ ♊ ☽ │