boiteux; stroppiati!
cr-r-r-r-matin! Ancora-ancora!

Such a getting Diantre! comme on Come si ha salito--
up-stairs! monte l'escalier! e maraviglioso!

Jump, Jim Crow. Sautez, Monsiuer Salti, pergrazia,
Jaques Corbeau! Signor Giamomo
Corvo!

It would not be fair to rob the Signor of any more of his labour. It will
be seen that, on the principle of the Painter and his Cow, we have
distinctly written above each sentence the language it belongs to. It is
always better to obviate the possibility of mistakes.

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THE OMNIBUS

The horrors of an omnibus,
Indeed, I've cause to curse;
And if I ride in one again,
I hope 'twill be my hearse.
If you a journey have to go,
And they make no delay,
'Tis ten to one you're serv'd like _curds_,
They _spill you on the_ WHEY.

A short time since my wife and I
A short call had to make,
And giving me a _kiss_, she said--
"A _buss_ you'd better take!"
We journey'd on--two lively cads,
Were for our custom triers;
And in a twinkling we were fix'd
Fast by this _pair of pliers_!

My wife's arm I had lock'd in mine,
But soon they forced her from it;
And she was lugg'd into the _Sun_,
And I into the _Comet_!
Jamm'd to a jelly, there I sat,
Each one against me pushing;
And my poor gouty legs seem'd made
For each one's _pins--a cushion_!

My wife some time had gone before:
I urged the jarvey's speed,
When all at once the bus set off
At fearful pace, indeed!
I ask'd the coachee what caused this?
When thus his story ran:--
"Vy, _a man shied at an oss_, and so
_An oss shied at a man_!"

Oh, fearful crash! oh, fearful smash!
At such a rate we run,
That presently the _Comet_ came
In contact with the _Sun_.
At that sad time each body felt,
As parting with its soul,
We were, indeed, _a little whirl'd_,
And shook from _pole to pole_!

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Dunn, the miller of Wimbledon, has recently given his infant the
_Christian_ name of Cardigan. If there is truth in the adage of "_give a
dog a bad name and hang him_," the poor child has little else in
perspective than the gallows.

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