Part 1 — A NIGHT SCENE.
Reading edition
BY ROBERT B. BROUGH.
Out of the grog-shop, I've stepp'd in the street. Road, what's the matter? you're loose on your feet; Staggering, swaggering, reeling about, Road, you're in liquor, past question or doubt.
Gas-lamps, be quiet—stand up, if you please. What the deuce ails you? you're weak in the knees: Some on your heads—in the gutter some sunk— Gas-lamps, I see it, you're all of you drunk.
Angels and ministers! look at the moon— Shining up there like a paper balloon, Winking like mad at me: Moon, I'm afraid— Now I'm convinced—Oh! you tipsy old jade.
Here's a phenomenon: Look at the stars— Jupiter, Ceres, Uranus, and Mars, Dancing quadrilles; caper'd, shuffl'd and hopp'd. Heavenly bodies! this ought to be stopp'd.
Down come the houses! each drunk as a king— Can't say I fancy much this sort of thing; Inside the bar it was safe and all right, I shall go back there, and stop for the night.