Richard Harris Barham

'Non multo post, Gengulphus, in domo sua dormiens, occisus est a quodam clerico qui cum uxore sua adulterare solebat. Cujus corpus dum in fereto in sepulturam portaretur, multi infirmi de tactu sanati sunt.' 'Cum hoc illius uxori referretur ab ancilla sua, scilicet dominum suum quam martyrem sanctum miracula facere, irridens illa, et subsurrans, ait, 'Ita Gengulphus miracula facitat ut pulvinarium meum cantat,' &c. &c. Wolfii Memorab. Gengulphus comes from the Holy Land,

'Statim sacerdoti apparuit diabolus in specie puell pulchritudinis mir, et ecce Divus, fide catholica et cruce et aqua benedicta armatus, venit, et aspersit aquam in nomine Sanct et Individu Trinitatis, quam, quasi ardentem, diabolus, nequaquam sustinere valens, mugitibus fugit.' Roger Hoveden. Lord Abbot! Lord Abbot! I'd fain confess;

Fytte I. 'Look at the Clock!' quoth Winifred Pryce, As she open'd the door to her husband's knock,

Oh, my head! my head! my head! Lack! for my poor unfortunate head! Mister de Ville

Och! the Coronation! what celebration For emulation can with it compare? When to Westminster the Royal Spinster,

O Summer Hill! if thou wert mine, I'd order in a pipe of wine, And ask a dozen friends to dine.

'The play's the thing!' Hamlet. Tavistock Hotel, Nov. 1839. Dear Charles,

Whene'er with pitying eye I view Each operative sot in town. I smile to think how wondrous few

Oh! the balloon, the great balloon! It left Vauxhall one Monday at noon, And every one said we should hear of it soon

Stant littore Puppies! Virgil. It was a litter, a litter of five, Four are drown'd and one left alive,

Francois Xavier Auguste was a gay Mousquetaire, The Pride of the Camp, the delight of the Fair: He'd a mien so distingu and so dbonnaire,

Poor Tray charmant! Poor Tray de mon Ami! Dog-bury, and Vergers.

My Lord Tomnoddy got up one day; It was half after two, He had nothing to do,

There stands a City,, neither large nor small, Its air and situation sweet and pretty; It matters very little if at all

Malefica quaedam auguriatrix in Anglia fuit, quam demones horribiliter extraxerunt, et imponentes super equum terribilem, per aera rapuerunt; Clamoresque terribiles (ut ferunt) per quatuor ferme miliaria audiebantur. Nuremb. Chron. On the lone bleak moor,

The Jackdaw sat on the Cardinal's chair! Bishop, and abbot, and prior were there; Many a monk, and many a friar,

Odille was a maid of a dignified race; Her father, Count Otto, was lord of Alsace; Such an air, such a grace,

The Captain is walking his quarter-deck, With a troubled brow and a bended neck; One eye is down through the hatchway cast,

I believe there are few But have heard of a Jew, Named Shylock, of Venice, as arrant a 'screw'

Qu'que ipse miserrima vidi. Virgil. Catherine of Cleves was a Lady of rank, She had lands and fine houses, and cash in the Bank;

(MAGAZINE PUBLISHER AND MEMBER OF PARLIAMENT) BEING A TRUE AND PARTICULAR ACCOUNT OF THE GRAND MILLING MATCH THAT DIDN'T TAKE PLACE SAYS Tom D' to F'r

Scene, the 'Snuggery' at Tappington. Grandpapa in a high-backed cane-bottomed elbow-chair of carved walnut-tree, dozing; his nose at an angle of forty-five degrees,his thumbs slowly perform the rotatory motion described by lexicographers as 'twiddling.'The 'Hope of the family' astride on a walking-stick, with burnt-cork mustachios, and a pheasant's tail pinned in his cap, solaceth himself with martial music. Roused by a strain of surpassing dissonance, Grandpapa Loquitur. ] Come hither, come hither, my little boy Ned! Come hither unto my knee

Too late! though flowerets round me blow, And clearing skies shine bright and fair; Their genial warmth avails not now