A LITTLE MAN AND I FELL OUT.

"A LITTLE man and I fell out:

How shall we bring this matter about?"
"Bring it about as well as you can:"
"Get you gone, you little old man !"

HOW THE STRIFE BEGAN.
A LITTLE man and I fell out,
I'll tell you what 'twas all about:
I had money, and he had none—
That is how the strife began.

MR. PUNCHINELLO.

OH, Mother, I'm to be married
To Mr. Punchinello;

To Mr. Punch,

To Mr. Joe,

To Mr. Nell,

To Mr. Lo;

Mr. Punch, Mr. Joe,
Mr. Nell, Mr, Lo;

To Mr. Punchinello.

AN EVENING DITTY.

Boys and girls, come out to play,
The moon doth shine as bright as day:
Come with a hoop, come with a call,
Come with a good will, or not at all.
Leave your supper, and leave your sleep,
Come to your playfellows in the street;
Up the ladder, and down the wall,
A penny loaf will serve you all.

"COUSIN, COUSIN, HOW DO YOU DO?" "COUSIN, cousin, how do you do?”

"Pretty well, I thank you; how does cousin Sue do?" "She is very well, and sends her service to you, And so do Dick, and Tom, and all who ever knew you."

A SONG.

I'LL sing you a song,
Nine verses long,
For a pin.

Three and three are six,

And three are nine;

You are a goose,

And the pin is mine.

MISTRESS MARY.

MISTRESS Mary,

Quite contrary,

How does your garden grow?

With cockle shells

And silver bells,

And cowslips all a-row.

T'OTHER LITTLE TUNE.

WHO'S THERE?

WHO'S there?

A grenadier.
What do you want?
A pot of beer.
Where's your money?
Quite forgot.

Get you gone,

You drunken sot!

YAWNING.

THEM that gant,
Something want:-
Sleep, meat, or makin' o'.

T'OTHER

LITTLE TUNE.

(A VERY PLEASANT SONG.)

I WON'T be my father's Jack,
I won't be my mother's Gill,
I will be the fiddler's wife,

And have music when I will.

T'other little tune,

T'other little tune,

Pr'ythee, love, play me

T'other little tune!

99

A TOAST.

[To be spoken very rapidly.

HERE'S to you and yours,
Not forgetting us and ours;

And when you and yours

Come to see us and ours,

Us and ours

Will be as kind to you and yours,

As ever you and yours

Were to us and ours,

When us and ours

Came to see you and yours.

ADVICE GRATIS.

To make your candles last for aye,
You wives and maids, give ear, O!
To put them out's the only way,
Says honest John Boldero.

PHILOSOPHIC

REFLECTIONS.

OH, that I was where I would be,

Then would I be where I am not;

But where I am I must be,

And where I would be I cannot!