JORROCKS ON 'UNTING 



— 'eads up and sterns down, and a lot o' trumps 

 ridin' as they should do — near enough to 'ear 

 their sweet music, but not too near to prevent 

 their swingin' and spreadin' like a rocket to 

 make their own cast, I'd — I'd — I'd — bowl 

 Halbert Smith and his wite mountain and his 

 black box right down Sin Jimses Street into the 

 Thames, and set up i' the 'Giptian 'All myself." 

 (Great laughter and applause.) When it sub- 

 sided, Mr. Jorrocks, returning to his volume, said, 

 " Peter now does a little potry, and we'll 

 do ditto. Here it is : — 



Far o^er the rocky ^ills we range, 



And dangerous our course ; but in the brave 

 True courage never jails. In wain the stream 

 In foaming eddies whirls, in wain the ditch 

 Wide gapn^ threatens death. I'he craggy steep, 

 Where the poor dizzy shepherd crawls with care, 

 And clings to every twig, gives us no pain ; 

 But down we sweep, as stoops the falcon bold 

 To pounce his prey. Then hup the opponent Hit 

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