HIPPODROMANIA ? 



Two miles and three-quarters, cries Fligate, 

 " He'll tire." 

 Oh! '' crcedat JtidcBMs Apella^' say I. 



Lest my tale should come true, let me give 

 you fair warning, 

 You may '' shout " some cheroots, if you 

 like, no champagne 

 For this child. — " Oh ! think of my head in 

 the morning," 

 Old chap, you don't get me on that lay again. 

 The last time those games I look't likely to 

 try on, 

 Says Bradshawe, *' You'll feel very sheepish 

 and shy 

 When you are haul'd up and caution'd by 

 D — g — y and L — n," 

 Oh! '' crcedat Judcmis Apella'' say I. 



This writing bad verses is very fatiguing. 



The brain and the liver against it combine, 

 And nerves with digestion in concert are 

 leaguing, 

 To punish excess in the pen and ink line ; 



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