JORROCKS ON'UNTING 



mine says, ' Impendet omnibus periculum ' — 

 Danger 'angs over an omnibus : and ' Mors 

 omnibus est communis,' — You may break your 

 neck in an omnibus : but are we, on that 

 account, to shun the wehicle of which the 

 same great scholar says, ' Wirtus parvo pretio 

 hcet ab omnibus,' — Wirtue may ride cheap 

 in an omnibus ? Surely not ! 



" Still, a fall's a hawful thing. Fancy a 

 great sixteen 'and 'oss lyin' on one like a blanket, 

 or sittin' with his monstrous hemispheres on 

 one's chest, sendin' one's werry soul out o' one's 

 nostrils ! Dreadful thought ! Vere's the brandy ? " 

 Hereupon Mr. Jorrocks again retired to the back 

 of the platform to compose his nerves. 



" Now, my beloved 'carers," continued he, 

 returning and wiping his mouth on the back 

 of his hand, — " Now, my beloved 'earers, let's 

 draw on old Peter for a run, for I really think 

 a good suck of 'im is a'most as good as a tuck 

 out at the Ship and Turtle Tavern. 



" Here we 'ave 'im," continued Mr. Jorrocks, 



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