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The Bourse at Paris.-England and France.—Buying
Memoirs of a Haunch of Mutton
What Life to Choose
Mind and Body
Account of an Apparition
Bond Street in September
The Poet among the Trees .
Fortune Telling ·
GRAVITI E S.
The Mayor of Miroblais.
While he was laying plans for getting
The honours of the Chapeau rouge,
Until his face grew yellow as gambouge,
Seem'd to be fattening on his master;
The other only thrived the faster,
Who call'd him up, and ask'd him whence he VOL. II.
Contrived to get so plump and jolly;
Really, my lord,” the steward said, Though they drew forth as never-failing
“ There's nothing marvellous in that: You have a hat for ever in your head ; My head is always in my
Du Bois, too wealthy to be marrd in all
And wore what he had pined to win;
Than 'twas within.
With its new guest agreed so well,
Ate heartily, began to swell, Recover'd from his ails and ills, And got quite rosy in the gills.
'Tis strange, but true-our Worthy wore
Fine robes, and wax'd both plump and fresh, From the first moment he forswore
All pomps and appetites of flesh.
His old Château resolved to visit,
Who daily managed to elicit
page, Old, and but little of their age;
A roar of laughter every time,
As if they were as new and prime
With odes, addresses, gratulations,
And long orations ;
As long and dry as fifty masses.
Sell for three crowns, and plenty too:”-
And mouth'd it regularly through.
Rabelais and the Lampreys.
When the eccentric Rabelais was physician
To Cardinal Lorraine, he sat at dinner
Beside that gormandizing sinner, Not like the medical magician,
Who whisk'd from Sancho Panza's fauces
Against such diet as obstructs
O'erloads the biliary ducts,
First having with his eyes consumed
Some lampreys that before him fumed, Had plunged his fork into the prey, When Rabelais gravely shook his head, Tapp'd on his plate three times, and said
“ Pah!-hard digestion! hard digestion!” And his bile-dreading Eminence, Though sorely tempted, had the sense
To send it off without a question.
Cried Rabelais, as the dish he snatch'd;
The whole was instantly dispatch'd. Redden'd with vain attempts at stifling
At once his wrath and appetite, His patron cried—“Your conduct's rude; This is no subject, Sir, for trifling; How dare you designate this food As indigestible and crude,
Then swallow it before my sight?”
That I don't merit this rebuff:
Is indigestible enough;
With you so strangely out of favour, Not only 'tis a wholesome dish,
But one of most delicious flavour.”