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(at per leg) . half a quartern loaf. Caught an idea.--wrote an anonymous letter to the landlord, and told him that an association had been formed to burke Colonel Sibthorp--his lodgers the conspirators--that the scheme was called the "Lie-a-bed plot"--poverty with his lodgers all fudge--men of immense wealth--get rid of them for his own sake--old boy very nervous, having been in quod for smuggling--gave us warning--couldn't go if we would. Landlord redeemed our clothes. Ha! ha!--did him brown. The above is a statement of what I suffered during my minority. I have now the honour to be a magistrate and a member of Parliament. * * * * * THE RICH OLD BUFFER. A MAIDEN LYRIC. Urge it no more! I must not wed One who is poor, so hold your prattle; My lips on love have ne'er been fed, With poverty I cannot battle. My choice is made--I know I'm right-- Who wed for love starvation suffer; So I will study day and night To please and win a rich OLD BUFFER. Romance is very fine, I own; Reality is vastly better; I'm twenty--past--romance is flown-- To Cupid I'm no longer debtor. Wealth, power, and rank--I ask no more-- Let the world frown, with these I'll rough her-- Give me an equipage and four, Blood bays, a page, and--rich OLD BUFFER. An opera-box shall be my court, Myself the sovereign of the women; There moustached loungers shall resort, Whilst Elssler o'er the stage is skimming. If any rival dare dispute The palm of _ton_, my set shall huff her; I'll reign supreme, make envy mute, When once I wed a rich OLD BUFFFER! "The heart"--"the feelings"--pshaw! for nought _They_ go, I grant, though quite enchanting In valentines by school-girls wrought: Nonsense! by me they are not wanting. A note! and, as I live, a ring! "Pity the sad suspense I suffer!" All's right. I knew to book I'd bring Old Brown. I've caught-- A RICH OLD BUFFER. * * * * * PHILANTHROPY, FINE WRITING, AND FIREWORKS. A writer in a morning paper, eulogising the Licensed Victuallers' fete at Vauxhall Gardens, on Tuesday evening, bursts into the following magnificent flight:--"Wit has been profanely said, like the Pagan, to deify the brute" (the writer will never increase the mythology); "but here," (that is, in the royal property,) "while intell
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