That picture of a perfect Jew, Whose days will never end: III. These twenty years he's been the same, But Memory's Pleasures only claim Yet in that time the change is none The image of th' Undying One! IV. They say our climate's damp and cold, V. Others have died from needle-pricks, And very slender blows; From accidental slips or kicks, Or bleedings at the nose; Or choked by grape-stone, or a bun VI. A soldier once, he once endured A bullet in the breast It might have killed but only cured An asthma in the chest ; He was not to be slain with gun, For he is the Undying One. VII. In water once too long he dived, He seemed so cold - but he revived To have another heat, Just when we thought his race was run, VIII. To look at Meux's once he went, And tumbled in the vat And greater Jobs their lives have spent In lesser boils than that, He left the beer quite underdone, IX. He's been from strangulation black, Scarlet from fever's hot attack, From cholera morbus blue; VOL. III. Yet with these dyes -to use a pun He still is the Undying One. X. He rolls in wealth, yet has no wife Or flirted with the fair; The sex he made a point to shun, XI. To judge him by the present signs, So quick he lives, so slow declines, But buried underneath a ton Of mould by the Undying One! XII. Next Friday week his birthday boast, Amongst expectant friends, COCKLE v. CACKLE. THOSE WHO much read advertisements and bills, Which some Physicians sneer at, supercilious, Now Mrs. W. was getting sallow, Her lilies not of the white kind, but yellow, She was, indeed, so very far from well, Of those said pellets to resist Bile's shocks, But Mrs. W., just like Macbeth, Bark to the Bow-wows," hated physic so, It seemed to share "the bitterness of death: Rhubarb Magnesia Jalap, and the kind— Senna Steel Assa-foetida, and Squills Powder or Draught—but least her throat inclined To give a course to Boluses or Pills; No not to save her life, in lung or lobe, For all her lights' or all her liver's sake, Would her convulsive thorax undertake, Only one little uncelestial globe! "T is not to wonder at, in such a case, But Mrs. W. by disease's dint, Kept getting still more yellow in her tint, Brought a new charge of Anti-tumeric Pills, "Deeper and deeper, still," of course, Till daughter W. newly come from Rome, |