But Boniface, who dearly loved a jest, To make him pay some would be rather funny) Acknowledged much was to be said for it, Our Frenchman's hunger thus subdued, When turning round the corner of a street, And, up stairs running, thus address'd his master: Too much of one thing-the proverb's somewhat musty; But when a second time they tried the treason, It made him crusty, sir, and with good reason You would be crusty were you done so much. There is a kind of instrument, Which greatly helps a serious argument; 'Twould make more clumsy folks than Frenchmen skip, "Twould strike you presently a stout horsewhip. This instrument, our Maitre d' hoté Most carefully conceal'd beneath his coat; Our Frenchman, bowing to his threadbare knees, But scarcely had he let the sentence slip, Than round his shoulders twines the pliant whip; Oh dear Monsieur, vat make you use me so? ANON. THE RETORT. A SUPERCILIOUS nabob of the east, Haughty and grave, and purse-proud, being rich, A governor or general at least, I have forgotten which, Had in his family a humble youth, Who went to India in his patron's suite; An unassuming body, and in truth A lad of decent parts and good repute; This youth had sense and spirit, Yet with all his sense, Excessive diffidence Obscured his merit. One day at table, flush'd with pride and wine, To crack a joke upon his Secretary. "Young man," said he, "by what art, craft, or trade, And pray, sir, why didn't your father make Each Parasite, as in duty bound, The joke applauded, and the laugh went round. At length, Modestus, bowing low, Said, craving pardon if too free he made, "Sir, by your leave, I fain would know Your father's trade." "My father's trade? Why, sir that's too bad, My father's trade! why blockhead, art thou mad ! My father, sir, did never stoop so low, He was a gentleman, I'd have you know." "Excuse the liberty" Modestus said, "I take," With archness in his brow; "Pray, sir, why did not then your father make, A gentleman of you?" ANON THE FARMER AND THE COUNSELLOR. A COUNSEL in the Common Pleas, In bullying, bantering, brow-beating, Women, or other timid folks; Who by his uncouth look and gait, So having tipp'd the wink to those Who kept their laughter bottled down, And went to work. "Well, Farmer Numskull, how go calves at York?" "Whynot, sir, as they do with you, But on four legs instead of two." "Officer !” cried the legal elf, Piqued at the laugh against himself, 66 'Do, pray, keep silence down below there; Now look at me, clown, and attend, Have I not seen you somewhere, friend?" "Yees-very like - I often go there." "Our rustic's waggish quite laconic " The counsel cried with grin sardonic. "I wish I'd known this prodigy, This genius of the clods when I 66 On circuit was at York residing. Now, Farmer, do for once speak true, Mind, you're on oath, so tell me, you Who doubtless think yourself so clever, Are there as many fools as ever In the West Riding?" Why no, sir, no; we've got our share, But not so many as when you were there." HORACE SMITH. THE DOCTOR AND HIS APPRENTICE. A PUPIL of the Esculapian school Was just prepared to quit his master's rule. Yet think not that in knowledge he was cheated- Was, when a man was well or ill, One morn, he thus address'd his master: He thinks, with you, To notice how you do, My business I might learn a little faster.” "The thought is happy," the preceptor cries; 66 A better method he could scarce devise ; So Bob (his pupil's name) it shall be so, And when I next pay visits, you shall go." |