A learned saw does sagely say, that ancient dames should have their
day,
And calendars, 'tis very clear, provide it always once a-year;
Thus, dearing, sneering, canting, kind, the kiss before, the bite
behind,
Fair fames, foul names, and Hyson Tea, all go to pot right merrilie.
Come, now, I propose we try a rubber.—I'm shocked to hear it, I hope
he'll drub her; these matches seem such infant's play;—Why, they're
rather childish, but it wont do to throw a chance away,—And therefore
you lose the trick, my dear: She'd give 'em the game if I'd let her.—
Oh! I'm quite shock'd.—Don't mention it, ma'am, I suppose you know no
better.—But as to Melbourne, people say, he's now grown quite a
fixture.—Well, that may be; there are some shams, but it's genuine
Howqua's Mixture.—Oh! I've discover'd a thing so strange, I could set
you all by the ears if I chose it; but I greatly mind your peace of
mind, so I never, never, never will disclose it.—Ah! what can it be,
whisper to me, or I never shall live to leave the place.—Then I fear
it's your lot to die on the spot, but, as a very great secret, these
are the facts of the case:—...