When one is tired or ill,
And fain asleep would be,
A whistle loud and shrill
Oft brings the "big, big D."
"DE WORMS," young LAWSON said,
"This whistling is a bore."
"All right," says the Baron; "don't you be afraid.
They'll whistle at night no more."
"I've lived a long time, Baron,"
Says _Punch_, "in the world, my dear,
But of a nuisance settled _at once_,
I never yet did hear.
Yet if you'll lessen nocturnal shines,
And let us sleep or think,
Your jolly good health all the commonwealth
In a bumper deep will drink."
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ECCENTRIC CONDUCT OF A JOURNALIST ON THE SPREE.--The Editor of the
Berlin _Echo_ has offered a prize for the best Poem in praise of the
Mother-in-Law. This singular demand proves that the gentleman cannot
be married.
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