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FALSTAFF.

The character of Sir John Falstaff is made up by Shakspeare wholly of incongruities :-a man at once young and old, enterprising and fat, a dupc and a wit, harmless and wicked, weak in principle and resolute by constitution, cowardly in appearance and brave in reality; a knave without malice, a liar without deceit; and a knight, a gentleman, and a soldier, without either dignity, decency, or honour: this is a character, which, though it may be decompounded, could not have been formed, nor the ingredients of it duly mingled, upon any receipt whatever it required the hand of Shakspeare himself to give to every particular part a relish of the whole, and of the whole to every particular part;-alike the same incongruous, identical, Falstaff, whether, to the grave chief justice, he vainly talks of his youth, and offers to caper for a thousand; or cries to Mrs. Doll, "I am old, I am old," though she is seated on his lap, and he is courting her for busses.

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GOOD SHOT, WAS A GREAT SHOOTER.

Doctor-all game you either ought to shun,
Or sport no longer with th' unsteady gun:
But, like physicians of undoubted skill;
Gladly attempt what never fails to kill;
Not lead's uncertain drop, but physic's deadly pill.

MAJOR LONG BOW.

Major Longbow was the most poetical proser of his day, a complete egotist; his subject himself; his maxim, I by myself I; and called by his friends the modern Munchausen; and has been, as he said, at every battle from the taking of Seringapatam to the O. P. war at Covent-garden theatre. But his maxims are not to be told, let him speak for himself in the following dialogue :-"How do you do, major ?" "How do I do; how should I do! eh? Better than any man living-there's muscle, strongest man living. How do I do, poh! no man so well as I am. I am reckoned the finest piece of anatomy that was ever sent upon the face of the earth. Upon my life it's true; what will you lay it's a lie? Hit me with a sledge ham

seven horses in a string, all as fat as Fab goes my wheel against the coal-cart-up away went poor prime cost into a million of s up spins I-made three somersets in the feet foremost through the bow window of the cook's shop, corner of Berkley-street, #al → feet, and said with the utmost coolness to Mrs C ter, who was seated behind her own cortez Mass your most obedient, how do you do get woman more astonished-Wasnt hurt a b muscle.-Upon my life it's true: what w it's a lie."

THE COUNTY JUSTICI

Now justices of peace must judge all p

Of mischief of all kinds, and keep the i And morals of the country from capris

Of those who have not a licence for the And of all things, excepting tithes and i

Perhaps these are most difficult to tre Preserving partridges and pretty wenches Are puzzles to the most precautious beas

THE LAUGHING PHILOSOPHER.

NEWSPAPER INNOVATIONS.

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males;" should they by any accident have a prospect of becoming mothers, we are informed that they are in a way that ladies wish to be who love their lords." Child-murder is elegantly termed "in ticide," and when it is punished capitally, we hear, not that the unnatural mother was hanged, but that "the unfortunate culprit underwent the last sentence

Amongst all the improvements of the age, none haps are more striking than those which have retly been made, and indeed are at present maxing, he language of ordinary life. Who in these days reads of boarding-schools?—Nobody: they are sformed into academies for boys and seminaries girls; the higher classes are "Establishments;" of the law, and was launched into eternity."" No person reads in the newspapers, that a house Dach-maker's shop is a "Repository for Car

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es" a milliner's a " Depot," a thread-seller's has been burnt down: he perhaps will find "that Emporium." One buys drugs at a " Medical the house fell a sacrifice to the flames? In an ac count of a launch we learn, not that a ship went off art," blacking is dispensed from an "Institu- the slip without any accident, but that she glided securely and majestically into her native element,' the said native element being one in which the said ship never was before.

" and meat from a Purveyor." stead of reading in our newspapers, that after a the company did not go away till daylight, we old that the joyous group continued tripping e light fantastic toe until Sol gave them warning part." If one of the company happened on his to tumble into a ditch, we should be informed "his foot slipped, and he was immersed in the delement," A good supper is described as g the "tables groan with every delicacy of "interesting relicts;" and as for nursery-maids, they eason." A crowd of briefless lawyers, unbe-are now a days universally transformed into "young d clergymen, and half-pay officers, are enume-persons who superintend the junior branches of the "host of fashion at a watering-place, family"

To send for a surgeon if one's leg be broken, is out of the question; a man indeed " may be despatched for medical aid." There are now no public singers at tavern dinners-they are "the professional gentlemen;" and actors are all "professors of the histrionic art.' Widows themselves are scarce: these are all

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we are also informed that ladies, instead of) za dip before breakfast, "plunge themselves sly into the bosom of Neptune." heep killed by lightning is a thing unheard of: imal may be destroyed by the "electric fluid;" -ven then, we should not be told that it was we should be informed that "the vital spark d for ever." If the carcass were picked up by enter or shoemaker, we never should hear that neyman tradesman had found it: we should be at its remains had been discovered by an ative artisan."

little girls, be their faces ever so plain, pitted ble, if they appear at a public office to comrobbery, or ill-treatment, are invariably gent and interesting;" if they have proceeded in crime, they are called "unfortunate fe

MATCH MAKING.

Lord Chesterfield being told that a certain tera gamester; magant and scold was married to "that cards and brimstone made the best replied, matches."

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THE LAUGHING PHILOSOPHER

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At the sign of the Horse, old Spintext of course,
Each night took his pipe and his pot;
O'er a jorum of nappy, quite pleasant and happy,
Was placed this canonical sot.

The evening was dark, when in came the clerk,
With reverence due, and submission,

First strok'd his cravat, then twirl'd round his hat, And bowing preferr'd his petition.

I'm come sir, says he, to beg, look d'ye see,

Of reverend worship and glory, your

The body we'll bury, but pray where's the hurry!
You fool, hold your peace, since miracles cease,
Why lord, sir, the corpse it does stay.
Then Moses he smil'd, saying, sir, a small chil
A corpse, Moses, can't run away.

Cannot long delay your intentions;
Why that's true by St. Paul, a dead child that is J
Can never enlarge its dimensions.

Bring Moses some beer, and bring me some, d'ye her,
I hate to be call'd from my liquor;
Come Moses, the King, 'tis a scandalous thing,
Such a subject should be but a Vicar.
Then Moses he spoke, sir, 'tis past twelve o'cl
Besides there's a terrible shower.
Why Moses, you elf, since the clock has struck tw",
I'm sure it can never strike more.
Besides, my dear friend, this lesson attend.
Which to say and to swear I'll be bold,
That the corpse, snow or rain, can't endanger t
plain,

But perhaps you or I may take cold.
Then Moses went on, sir, the clock has struck
Pray master look up at the band,
Why it ne'er can strike less, 'tis a folly to press
A man for to go, that can't stand,
At length hat and cloak, old Orthodox teck,

But first cramm'd his jaw with a quid:
Each tipp'd off a gill, for fear they should chat,
And then stagger'd away side by side.
When come to the grave, the cleak bund 2 1
While the surplice was wrapp'd round the F
Where so droll was the figure of Moses and 5.1
That the parish still talk of the jest,
Good people let's pray; put the corpse
Or perchance I shall over it stumble.
'Tis best to take care, tho' the sages declart,
A mortuum caput can't tremble.
Woman that's born of man; that's wrong,
Oh! Man that is born of a woman,

To inter a poor baby with as much speed as may be, Can't continue an hour, but is cut down ke

And I'll walk with my lanthorn before ye.

You see, Moses, death spareth no man

THE LAUGHING PHILOSOPHER.

Here Moses do look, what a confounded book,
Sure the letters are turned upside down,
ch a scandalous print, sure the devil is in't,
That this fellow should print for the crown

thee Moses you read, for I cannot proceed,
And bury the corpse in my stead. "Amen, Amen.
y Moses you're wrong, pray hold still your tongue
You've taken the tail for the head.

where's thy sting death, put the corpse in the earth, or believe me 'tis terrible weather. The corpse was interr'd without praying a word, ad away they both stagger'd together.

Singing tol de rol, &c.

LETTER FROM AN ACTRESS.

y dear Sir,--I am a tragedy actress, but I really y heart love fun. There is a whimsicality in your that pleases me, and (win or lose) please GOD be with you on your present proposition, viz. nights at Brighton-the last my own night-a half of the house-and four at Worthing-the

my own. I will give you the whole strength force of my talent and spirit. You give me all onsequence that in these cases are given, where ndon constellation comes down to glitter (somewith a false glare) over those who may be less ate but not always less, worthy than themselves. O'Neil came to a prosperous house, and thereI went well with her." came in support of a ruin; and as I am not an Atlas, why I have obliged to be—a woman. I play Lady Mac

Monday-my last appearance this season; so now make my own arrangements. Let me know you wish me to be with you, and I will arrange ingly. Let me know, as soon as you can, wheou want me by the fifteenth of July. I had not open the theatre if you can avoid it. Let ne be my first character. Will there be time manuscript play I mentioned, to be got up for hat, if I play the four nights in one week? I off immediately on the receipt of yoursin if you will get it to-night, as I have not a But I suppose these letters will be for

warded to you at Gravesend. I shall feel obliged by hearing from you as to the time, as I have some literary arrangements to make that I am pledged for the finishing of in a stated time.

I have the honour to be, sir, your obedient,

DRUNKARDS.

In the cathedral of Sienna, celebrated for its floor, inlaid with the History of the New Testament, is the following singular epitaph, probably placed there as a memento to Italian Toby Philpots.

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Wine gives life; it was death to me; I could not behold the dawn of morning in a sober state. Even my bones are now thirsty. Stranger! sprinkle my grave with wine; empty the flaggons and come. Farewell drinkers!"

TOM-A-BEDLAM SONG.

From the hag and hungry goblin
That into rags would rend ye,
All the spirits that stand
By the naked man,

In the book of moons defend ye!
That of your five sound senses
You never be forsaken;

Nor travel from
Yourselves with Tom
Abroad to beg your bacon.

CHORUS.

Nor never sing any food and feeding, Money, drink, or clothing;

Come dame or maid,

Be not afraid,

For Tom will injure nothing. Of thirty bare years have I Twice twenty been enraged; And of forty been Three times fifteen In durance soundly caged. In the lovely lofts of Bedlam, In stubble soft and dainty, Brave bracelets strong, Sweet whips ding, dong And a wholesome hunger plenty.

With a thought I took for Maudlin,
And a cruise of cockle pottage,
And a thing thus-tall,
Sky bless you all,
I fell into this dotage.
I slept not till the Conquest;
Till then I never waked;

Till the roguish boy

Of love where I lay,

Me found, and stript me naked.

When short I have shorn my sow's face,

And swigg'd my horned barrel;
In an oaken inn

Do I pawn my skin,
As a suit of gilt apparel:
The morn's my constant mistress,
And the lovely owl my morrow;
The flaming drake,

And the night-crow, make
Me music, to my sorrow.

The palsie plague these pounces,
When I prig your pigs or pullen;

Your culvers take

Or mateless make

Your chanticleer and sullen;

When I want provant with Humphrey I sup,
And when benighted,
To repose in Paul's
With waking souls

I never am affrighted.
I know more than Apollo;
For, oft when he lies sleeping,

I behold the stars

At mortal wars,

And the rounded welkin weeping;
The moon embraces her shepherd,
And the Queen of Love her warrior
While the first does horn
The stars of the morn,
And the next the heavenly farrier.
With a heart of furious fancies,
Whereof I am commander:

With a burning spear,
And a horse of air,

To the wilderness I wander ;

With a knight of ghosts and shadows,
I summoned am to Tourney:
Ten leagues beyond
The wide world's end;
Methinks it is no journey!

NATIONAL COMPLAINTS.

The Englishmen at Paris find fault with the Freach roast beef; the Frenchmen in London complain at de British brandy.

The English who visit Paris, imagine that the ta vern-keepers have served in the cavalry, as they un so expert in making a charge.

A foreigner inquiring the way to a friend's lok whom he said lived at Mr. Bailey's, senior, was di to the Old Bailey, by a Bow-street officer. When entered the court he imagined that it was his fa levee.

POLITICAL LEGACIES.

When William Pitt went to the grave,
For his and our repose,
His mantle he to Canning gave,
His walking-stick to Rose.
Satiric rogue! he knew his men;
And thought some clumsy joke,
Would Canning quite undo, and then
How much he'd want a cloak!

PLEBEIAN HUMOUR.

When the king of France fled from Para, wrote against the corner of the street in chak, est prié d'arrêter un gros cochon qui s'enfuit. <3 sera dédommagé de ses peines par un Loni."

• CHOICE COMPANY.

I'll send you my bill of fare, said Lond E trying to persuade Dr. Swift to dine with ke "Send me your bill of company," was Swift's an to him.

GOLD AND GREATNESS.

Mr. Pope was with Sir Godfrey Kneller ome when his nephew, a Guinea trader, came in. phew, (said Sir Godfrey,) you have the hom

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