OH! THIS LOVE, THIS LOVE, THIS LOVE!
... f OH! THIS LOVE, THIS LOVE, THIS LOVE! ' Oh, Beckey! Beckey! Behold me at your feet!- Lor! Sir; s'pose Missus should see you there ! ...
... f OH! THIS LOVE, THIS LOVE, THIS LOVE! ' Oh, Beckey! Beckey! Behold me at your feet!- Lor! Sir; s'pose Missus should see you there ! ...
... STARTLING PROPOSAL . . .. . I I .. ' Please'yer Rev'raiice ve vonts to be married; but wot's unkommon bawkward ve've got no tin; so if you'll just do the necessary, and trust us, ve'll leave this ere bat as security. . ...
... I ax pardon, Mr. Brown,' but as my vife has fell, all of a sudden, in a pertickler vay- I've just dropt down your chimbley to have a turn in with you for an hour or so. ...
... rtr 'Now, my dear Mr. Bull, you know you can't refuse me such a trifle ?? 'Why, you wilful young puss; it is not the money I begrudge you, but I 'don't like ? these foreign chaps. I had a much better husband for you in my eye ;-besides, I sus- it pect the result will be that I shall have a swarm of young Dukes and Duchesses, and a bevy of German hangers-on to provide for; and the times are ...
... Pollyina, jist try thwt'4-ere vunce more; it's the very tune as i heard at the Musicales e P'romenades-bless'd if it aint !! !- r!i:j- ...
... TRICKS OF THE UNBOILEIp Please, yer honour, I've bin and tuk a most desperaie - 'a list-one as wouldn't mind if setting the Thames on fire ! O ,What! did you find those arms on him ? Please, yer honour, I tuk 'em out of his pocket, where yer tonour touzd me to put 'enm. s _ _ ?? ?? ...
... VERY RIGHT REVERENDS IN A BIT OF A FUNK! . . ., *- X _1- _.FPLY- -- _.-zAsFX1 Riaht reverend brothers-our reign is almost up. Those wicked Owenites call us ' Old W'omen ?? C Iumbugs!' and even declare that our preaching is all I gammon!' Lord have mercy on us! Amen. I What's to become of us? ...
... THE MORNING AFTER THE NUPTIAL. AdI Pray, my Lord, how is the royal couple this morning'i l ?? Why,q Madam, the Prince is very poorly; but her Majesty is st the same as she was ye sterday!' I I ...
... Mein Cot, was id bossible; she say min plessed Brince was ioding bud smoke, and she can'd pear his nasdy Meer-sham. ...
... 'Now, nmy little dears, can I do anything for yer this morning ! ...
... (1.! Mster Gripeum, I'm very anxious to know how much tin you mean to give with your youngest daughter-cos I've got a partiality for her ?? ...
... , I bought dhem ; Mr. Bull paid for them; and I'll let you know that I'm determined to wear them.' ...