Das Tafelbuch, . ious spring.With which Perilla, wash my hands and feet;That done, and winde me in that very sheetWhich wrap thy smooth doubts, when thousand gother sight but the night Before;Follow me weping to my turfe, and there let Fall a primrose, Und mit ihm ein Teare:Dann schließlich, lassen Sie einige wöchentliche str"wingsbeDevoted zum Gedächtnis von mir;Dann soll mein Geist nicht herumlaufen, sondern Andenken Still in den kalten und stillen Schattierungen des Schlafes. EINE GESELLSCHAFT. Herr Howel Walsh, in einem Unternehmen, das an den Tralee Assises kassiert wurde, stellte fest, dass ein Unternehmen nicht erröten kann. Es war abody, es war wahr;

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The Table book; . ious spring.With which, Perilla, wash my hands and feet;That done, then wind me in that very sheetWhich wrapt thy smooth limbs, when thou didst ploreThe gods protection but the night before;Follow me weeping to my turfe, and thereLet fall a primrose, and with it a teare:Then, lastly, let some weekly str«wingsbeDevoted to the memory of me;Then shall my ghost not walk about, but keepStill in the cold and silent shades of sleep. A CORPORATION. Mr. Howel Walsh, in a corporation casetried at the Tralee assizes, observed, that a corporation cannot blush. It was abody it was true ; had certainly a head—anew one every year—an annual acquisitionof intelligence in every new lord mayorArms he supposed it had, and long onestoo, for it could reach at any thing. Legs, of course, when it made such long strides.A throat to swallow the rights of the com-munity, and a stomach to digest them IBut whoever yet discovered, in the anatomyof any corporation, either bowels, oi aheart ? 262 THE TABLE BOOK.. HOUSE AT KIEKBY-MOOESIDE, YOEKSHIRE, WHEEEIN THE SECOND DUKE OF BUCKINGHAM DIED. In the worst inns worst room, with mat half-hung, The floors of plaster, and the walls of dung, C n once a flock-bed, but repaird with straw, With tape-tyd curtains, never meant to drawThe George and Garter dargling from that bedWhere tawdry yellow strove with dirty red, Great Villiers lies—alas 1 how chang d from him.That life of pleasure, and that soul of whim !Gallant and gay, in Cliveden s proud alcove, The bowr of wanton Shrewsbury and Love;Or just as gay at council, in a ringOf mimickd Statesmen, and their merry King.No wit to flatter, reft of all his store INo fool to laugh at, which he valued more !There victor of his health, of fortune, friends.And fame ; this lord of useless thousands eads. Pope. In an amusing and informing topogra-phical tract, wi itten and published by Mr.John Cole of Scarborough, there is thepreceding representation of the deathbed-house of the witty and dissip

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