(_By a Shivery Person, in Spring-time._)
"Cast ne'er a clout till May be out,"
The old Scotch proverb says.
Thee, did I doff, "Immensikoff,"
For three most sultry days.
But wind and dust, in gruesome gust,
Search bosom, back and throat;
And to my nose I button close
My fur-lined Overcoat.
The Merry May has such a way
Of blowing hot and cold,
That fur and cloth I'm always loth
Away, in Spring, to fold.
_Gr-r-r!_ There's a blast! I'll hold thee fast
Dear friend on whom I doat;
Nor lay thee by till--say--July,
My own, my Overcoat!
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LEGAL NOTE.--It is presumably unfortunate for the prisoner-at-the-bar
when, as is constantly announced in the papers, "Mr. So-and-So, Q.C.,
will appear to defend SNOOKS." Hard on SNOOKS when his Counsel only
_appears_ to defend him. But what a sweet surprise for the unhappy
SNOOKS should the Counsel, who only "appears to defend him," _really_
defend him and be victorious!
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"VOX CLAMANTIS."--The voice of the Claimant is heard once again. No
joke; no Wagga-Waggery. He is publishing his "Entire Life and Full
Confession" in the _People_ newspaper. According to his own statement,
his claim to the Tichborne estates might be described, not only as a
fraud, but as a "Wapping" one.
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