HARD LINES.
Reading edition
(By a Mathematical Bard.)
Ah, spooks of Euclid, Newton, weep for me, For I'm a miserably blighted biped! And here's the cause—I wrote an ode, you see, Alluding to a parallelepiped. I'd spelt my polysyllable all right, The blessed word I hoped would make me famous; The vulgar error I'd avoided quite, And thought no one could call me "ignoramus." It safely passed in proof through each "revise"; But didn't I rave, when I my book inspected, And found it by some printer over-wise To "parallelopiped" miscorrected!
Mr. Punch's Criticism on John Davidson's latest Production.—"It ain't all Lavender."
THE UNEMPLOYED.
Plumber Joe. "If these 'ere Pipes 'ud only bust, there'd be a charnce of a Job for Me!"
THROUGH STRESS OF WEATHER.
Tommy (after contemplating the Horses in front of him). "I shall hunt on Cawidge Horses when I's a man, John! They hasn't eat any of their Heads off, like what Hunters always does in Frosty Weather, has they?"