Volume 104 — Discovered in Drury Lane
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Near the new Baker Street Lodging House established by the County Council.
I 'old it true wote'er befall; I feel it when things go most cross; Better to do a fi'penny doss, Than never do a doss at all!
"Waite for the End."—On Friday last, at another Unemployed Meeting, a certain person, whose name is never mentioned in ears polite, "found mischief still," as wrote the immortal Dr. Watts, "for idle hands to do," and set one Waite, whether a light or heavy weight is not stated, and one Sullivan, by the ears. It was a hand-to-hand fight, and Waite was subsequently captured and brought before the Magistrate. Mem. for Waite, in the words of a recently popular song, "Never hit a Man of the name of Sullivan."
Fallen Fortunes.—Quoth The Observer of a certain celebrity, "The family to which he belongs can trace an uninterrupted descent for a period of six centuries." What an awful "come-down"! Quelle dégringolade!
Between Two Government Officials.—"What do you think of Campbell-Bannerman's choice of an assistant private secretary? Odd? eh?" "Not odd! Strange."
Proverb for Members of Parliament who wish to secure Seats.—"Two Hats are better than one."
SELF-PRESERVATION IS THE FIRST LAW OF NATURE;
OR, GETTING THE START OF CRINOLINE.