┌─────────────┬───────────────────────────────────────────────────────┐ │1836.] │ FEBRUARY. │ ├─────────────┼───────────────────────────────────────────────────────┤ │ │Look, Mrs. B——, what a crowd I see, │ │ │ And the bells they make such a clatter; │ │ │And the people run, and I hear a gun! │ │ │ Whatever can be the matter? │ │ │ │ │ │Mrs. C——, my dear, it's no good, I fear, │ │ │ For us honest women and our spouses, │ │ │For the people say, the King's going to-day, │ │ │ To open two _very bad houses_. │ ├──┬──────────┼──────────────────────────────────────────┬────────────┤ │ M│ Season's │ =Odd Matters.= │ WEATHER. │ │ D│ Signs. │ │ │ ├──┼──────────┼──────────────────────────────────────────┼────────────┤ │ 1│In │ │ │ │ │ │ │ │ │ 2│this │ "TRANSFER DAY." │ other │ │ │ │ │ │ │ 3│gay │As I was walking past the Bank, │ matters, │ │ │ │ (I know not why I stroll'd that way,) │ │ │ 4│month │I saw a lady tall and lank, │ ☽ ☍ │ │ │ │ With golden ringlets mix'd with grey; │ │ │ 5│I │And as she tripp'd, or strove to trip, │ ☋ ♅ ♑ ♎ ⚹ │ │ │ │ Adown the steps, so light and gay, │ │ │ 6│would │The greasy granite made her slip, │ so │ │ │ │ And down she fell on TRANSFER DAY. │ │ │ 7│not │ │ worthily │ │ │ │I rais'd her up with gallant air; │ │ │ 8│choose │ For I'm a Major on half-pay, │ stepped │ │ │ │Who only live to serve the fair, │ │ │ 9│to │ At any time, in any way: │ │ │ │ │And while she blush'd a purple hue, │ │ │10│walk │ Her eyes obliquely shot a ray, │ ♃ ☉ ♐ ♋ ♉ │ │ │ │Which seem'd to say, "You will not rue │ │ │11│the │ Your service on a TRANSFER DAY." │ into the │ │ │ │ │ │ │12│streets │And while the glance she threw at me │shoes of my │ │ │ │ Was thro' my heart a-making way; │ │ │13│in │I straight began a colloquy, │ │