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They found the organ of punch-drinking very large, which tends, more than any other fact I have ever heard, to prove the truth of their wise science.
Oh! the asses—if they found it somewhere under my gullet, they would be nearer the mark.-But come, here they go !-(sings.)
None's like the Phreno-lógers,-
Than all the other codgers.
Can bray so true and sweetly,
As wise as theirs completely.
By no means long or braggart;
If none was Davie Haggart.
Among our northern witches ;-
Along with David Breeches. I meant to say Bridges, but I could not think of a rhyme. Davie, who is an excellent fellow in all other respects, is turned phrenologer, and has an interesting paper on a young thief of his acquaintance, in the Idiot Transactions, which is quite edifying to read.
Is half a foot and over ;
An inch less they discover :
A most poetic prancer,
No mighty necromancer.
Nor stint your + smuggled bottle;-
Make up fifteen in tottle.
Have tried to prove, were swallow'd,
Your head's a perfect solid.
That he was kind and gentle ;
* See Combe's letter to Dr Barclay.
And though too fond of cutting throats,
Yet still he never meant ill.
To all our satisfactions,
A volume of transactions.
Shall I go on?
The Doncaster Mayor, he sits in his chair-
And the gout it is in his great toe. And so it is in mine too. Oh ! oh! O dear! what a cough I have ! heigh, heigh, heigh !-Come now, Tickler, one stave from your old mouse-trap, to conclude the ante-canal part of our symposium, for i hear the dishes ratiling below.
TICKLER sings, (a-la Matthews.)
Thumpaty, thumpaty, thump;
she answered him nom
Stumpaty, stumpaty, stump.
Humpaty, humpaty, hump-
Trumpaty, trumpaty, trump-
Crumpaty, crumpaty, crump,
Numpaty, numpaty, nump-
Frumpaty, frumpaty, frump-
Jumpaty, jumpaty, jump-
Slumpaty, slumpaty, slump-
Dumpaty, dumpaty, dump-
Plumpaty, plumpaty, plump-
Enter Ambrose with his tail on : (Left eating.)
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[This is a distich by wise old Phocylides,
"NOT TO LET THE JUG PACE ROUND THE BOARD LIKE A CRIPPLE;
SCENE I.-Sky-Blue Parlour.
C. N. ap.
MR NORTH, THE ETTRICK SHEPHERD, AND MR AMBROSE.
Just so-just so, Mr Ambrose. No man sets a cushion with more gentle dexterity. As my heel sinks into the velvet, my toe forgets to twinge. Now, my dear St Ambrosio, for L'eau medicinal! (Mr Ambrose communicates a nutshell of Glenlivet, and exit.) Now, my dear Shepherd, let us have a handed crack."
What's the gout like, Mr North, sir? Is't like the stang o' a skep-bee? or a toothacky stoun? or a gumboil, when you touch't wi' het parritch? or a whitlow on ane's nose, thrab thrabbing a' the night through? or is't liker, in its ain way, till what ane drees after thretty miles o' a hard-trotting, barebacked beast, wi' thin breeks on ane's hurdies?
Gentle Shepherd, "Where ignorance is bliss, 'tis folly to be wise."
Is'e warrant now, sir, that your big tae's as red as a rose in June.