And why should this be thought so odd? Apollo patronizes physic. Bolus loved verse, and took so much delight in't, No opportunity he e'er let pass Of writing the directions on his labels, In dapper couplets, like Gay's Fables; Or rather like the lines in Hudibras. Apothecary's verse! - and where's the treason? He had a patient lying at death's door, Some three miles from the town, it might be four; To whom, one evening, Bolus sent an article, In pharmacy, that's called cathartical. And on the label of the stuff He wrote this verse; Bolus arrived, and gave a double tap, Between a single and a double rap. Knocks of this kind Are given by gentlemen who teach to dance; By fiddlers, and by opera-singers : As if the knocker fell by chance The servant let him in, with dismal face, Portending some disaster; John's countenance as rueful look'd, and grim, "Well, how's the patient?" Bolus said. John shook his head. "Indeed?-hum! -ha! - that's very odd; He took the draught?". - John gave a nod ! "Well-how? - What then? - Speak out, you dunce!" "Why then," says John, ". we shook him once." "Shook him!-how?" Bolus stummer'd out: "We jolted him about." "What! shake a patient, man a shake wont do." "No, sir — and so we gave him two." "Two shakes!-fools, fools! — "Twould make the patient worse." "It did so, sir-and so a third we tried." "Well, and what then?" "Then, sir, my master-died." COLMAN. THE FRENCHMAN AND THE RATS. A FRENCHMAN once, who was a merry wight, His supper done, some scraps of cheese were left, To wished-for bed; but not a wink he slept- Our hero now undress'd, popp'd out the light, Sans cérémonie, soon the rats all ran, And on the flour-sacks greedily began ; At which they gorged themselves; then smelling round, Under the pillow soon the cheese they found; And while at this they regaling sat, Their happy jaws disturb'd the Frenchman's nap; Who, half awake, cries out, "Hallo! hallo! Vat is dat nibbel at my pillow so? Ah! 'tis one huge big rat! Vat de diable is he nibbel, nibbel at?" In vain our little hero sought repose; Sometimes the vermin gallop'd o'er his nose; And such the pranks they kept up all the night Bawling aloud, called stoutly for a light. The bill was brought, and to his great surprise, Ten shillings was the charge, he scarce believes his eyes, With eager haste he runs it o'er, And, every time he views it, thinks it more. "Vy sare, and sare!" he cries: "I sall no pay; Vat! charge ten shelangs for vat I have mangé ? Vare all de rats do run about my head? "Plague on those rats!" the landlord mutter'd out: I'll "Vat's dat you say?" "Attend to me, I pray : Vill you dis charge forego, vat I am at, And den invite de rats to sup vid you: And after For vat dey eat, you charge dem just ten shelang; Dey'll quit your house, and never come no more." ANON. NUMBER ONE. IT'S very hard! and so it is, And witness this, that every miss For love goes calling up and down, I'm sick of all the double knocks A lover at the door; And one in blue, at Number Two, Calls daily, like a dun It's very hard they come so near, And not to Number One! Miss Bell, I hear, has got a dear, By sitting at the window pane Without a bit of blind; But I go in the balcony, Which she has never done, Yet arts that thrive at Number Five "Tis hard with plenty in the street, And plenty passing by There's nice young men at Number Ten, But only rather shy; |