Life, after all, is surely more
Than guineas, Belgrave Square, or dinners.
Life is a race--but yet, before
You curse your luck, _are_ these the winners?
* * * * *
And so, old friend, content I jog
Along, amidst life's hurry-skurry,
And smoke my bird's-eye, sip my grog,
Without a care or thought to worry.
* * * * *
VOCES POPULI.
ON THE ICE.
SCENE--_The Serpentine. On the bank, several persons are
having their skates put on; practised Skaters being irritable
and impatient, and others curiously the reverse, at any delay
in the operation_.
_Chorus of Unemployed Skate-Fasteners_. 'Oo'll 'ave a pair on for
an hour? Good Sport to-day, Sir! Try a pair on, Mum! (_to any
particularly stout Lady_). Will yer walk inter _my_ porler, Sir?
corpet all the w'y! 'Ad the pleasure o' puttin' on your skites last
year, Miss! Best skates in London, Sir!
[_Exhibiting a primaeval pair._
_The Usual Comic Cockney_ (_to his Friend, who has undertaken to
instruct him_). No _'urry_, old man--this joker ain't _'arf_ finished
with me yet! [_To Skate-Fastener.
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