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Some are good, and let dearly ; while some, 'tis well
known, Are so dear, and so bad, they are best let alone. Will Waddle, whose temper was studious and lonely, Hired lodgings that took Single Gentlemen only; But Will was so fat he appeared like a tun :Or like two Single Gentlemen rolled into one. He entered his rooms, and to bed he retreated : . But all night long he felt fevered and heated; And though heavy to weigh, as a score of fat sheep, He was not, by any means, heavy to sleep.-. Next night, 'twas the same !—and the next ! and the next! He perspired like an ox; he was nervous, and vexed. Week passed after week, till, by weekly succession, His weakly condition was past all expression.In six months his acquaintance began much to doubt him; For his skin like a lady's loose gown, hung about him ! So he sent for a doctor, and cried, like a ninny, " I've lost many pounds-make me well—there's a
guinea.” The Doctor looked wise :-“ A slow fever,” he said: Prescribed sudorifics--and going to bed“ Sudorifics in bed !” exclaimed Will, “ are humbugs! I've enough of them there, without paying for drugs !" Will kicked out the Doctor :—but, when ill indeed, E'en dismissing the Doctor, don't always succeed; So calling his host, he said—“Sir, do you know, I'm the fat Single Gentleman, six months ago? “Look ye, landlord, I think,” argued Will with a grin, " That with honest intentions you first took me in : But froin the first night-and to say it I'm boldI've been so very hot, that I'm sure I've caught cold!" Quoth the landlord— Till now I ne'er had a dispute : I've let lodgings ten years I'm a baker to boot ;
In airing your sheets, Sir, my wife is no sloven ; And your bed is iminediately over my oven.” “ The oven!!!”—says Will;—says the host, “ Why this
passion ? In that excellent bed died three people of fashion ! Why so crusty, good Sir?”_" Zounds !" cried Will in a
taking, ' "Who would not be crusty; with a half a year's baking ?”
Of an unbounded stomach, Shakspeare says,
But had he seen a player in our days
Equaled not that within the bounds
This actor's belt surrounds,
Of our odd fishes
Although his wishes
He found himself at Lille one afternoon,
Out of the town he took a stroll,
With sight of streams, and trees, and snowy fleeces,
Until the moon began to shine,
Pulled out his watch, and cried—“ Past nine;
Stumping along with might and main ;
And, though 'uis plain
(Those who had seen him would confess it) he
He puffed and blew along the road,
When in his path he met a clown
Returning from the town. 66 Telline,” he panted in a thawing state, 66 Dost think I can get in, friend, at the gate ?"
“Get in !" replied the hesitating loon, Measuring with his eye our bulky wight, "Why-yes, Sir,- I should think you might;
“A load of hay went in this afternoon.”
Say Slouch could hardly call his own;
His friends thought this was a tyrannic rule,
He said, " that the next Tuesday noon would show 6 Whether he were the lord at home, or no, “ When their good company he would entreat “ To well-brewed ale, and clean, if homely, meat."
With aching heart, home to his wife he goes, And on his knees does his rash act disclose, And prays dear Sukey—that, one day, at least, He might appear as master of the feast.
“I'll grant your wish,” cries Sue, “ that you may see 56'Twere wisdom to be governed still by me."
The guests upon the day appointed, came; Each hearty farmer and his simpering dame.
6 Ho, Sue!” cries Slouch,“ why dost thou not appear? " Are these thy manners when Aunt Snap is here?”
"I pardon ask,” says Sue; “I'd not offend " Any my dear invites; much less his friend."
Slouch by his kinsman Gruffy had been taught To entertain his friends with finding fault; And made the main ingredient of his treat His saying— there was nothing fit to eat." 5The soup is burnt;"_"the beef's not done
enough;"6. The bacon's rusty;"_"And the fowls are tough;" — 66 The veal's all rags ;"- the butter's turned to oil;" " And thus I buy good food for sluts to spoil!"
66 We are the only Slouches ever sat "Down to a pudding without plums or fat."“Why must old pigeons, and they stale be drest “When there's so many squab ones in the nest ?" “This wine is sour;"—the cider, thick and stale, “And worse than any thing, except the ale."
Sue, all this while, many excuses made; Some things she own’d; at other times she laid The fault on chance; but oftener on the maid. Then cheese was brought. Says Slouch, “ This e’en
shall roll; 66 I'm sure 'tis hard enough to make a bowl.” " This is skimm’d milk; and therefore it shall go ;“ And this, because 'tis Suffolk, follow too."
But now Sue's patience did begin to waste; Nor longer could dissimulation last.
"Pray let me rise,” says she, “my dear !—I'll find “A cheese, perhaps, may be to Lovey's mind !"
Then in an entry standing close, where he
"I'll try, my Joy !” she cried, “if I can please “ My dearest with a taste of his Old Cheese!"
Slouch, turning round, saw his wife's vigorous hand Wielding her oaken sapling of command. He knew the twang. « Is't the Old Cheese? my dear! "No need, no need of cheese,” cries Slouch, “ I'll swear: “ I think I've dined as well as my Lord Mayor !"
THE MARCH TO MOSCOW.
Bonaparte he would set out