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A LANDLORD'S CARD.
And who," the marquis cried to one close by,
"Who has the luck this mighty prize to gain? *
The man surveyed him with a doubtful eye,
And slowly answered, "Ik kan nick verstaan."
"Who has the luck this mighty prize to gain? *
The man surveyed him with a doubtful eye,
And slowly answered, "Ik kan nick verstaan."
"What, Monsieur Kaniferstane got the prize!"
The marquis cried; "he's lucky, on my life;
He who has got a house of such a size.
And such a garden, too, and such a wife;
My good sir, you may very well be vain.
With all these treasures. Monsieur Kaniferstane."
The marquis cried; "he's lucky, on my life;
He who has got a house of such a size.
And such a garden, too, and such a wife;
My good sir, you may very well be vain.
With all these treasures. Monsieur Kaniferstane."
A week or two elapsed, when as he strayed,
On novelty intent, he chanced to meet,
Adorned with solemn pomp and grave parade,
A sumptuous burial coming up the street;
"Monsieur," said he, as bowing to a baker
Who left his shop the pageantry to see,
And just had nodded to the undertaker,
"Pray, Monsieur, whose grand burial may this be?"
The baker, as he turned to shop again,
Replied most gravely, "Ik kan nick verstaan."
On novelty intent, he chanced to meet,
Adorned with solemn pomp and grave parade,
A sumptuous burial coming up the street;
"Monsieur," said he, as bowing to a baker
Who left his shop the pageantry to see,
And just had nodded to the undertaker,
"Pray, Monsieur, whose grand burial may this be?"
The baker, as he turned to shop again,
Replied most gravely, "Ik kan nick verstaan."
"Ah! me," exclaimed the marquis, " what a pity,
Monsieur Kaniferstane! what surprise!
He had the noblest palace in this city,
And such a wife, and such a glorious prize.
Alack, alack, good fortune smiles in vain!
So rest in peace, good Monsieur Kaniferstane."
Monsieur Kaniferstane! what surprise!
He had the noblest palace in this city,
And such a wife, and such a glorious prize.
Alack, alack, good fortune smiles in vain!
So rest in peace, good Monsieur Kaniferstane."
A Landlord's Card.
Robert Death, at the Falcon, near Sewell's Folly, Battersea Rise, on the Kingston Road, dealer in spirituous liquors, wholesale and retail.
Oh! stop not here ye sottish wights,
For purl, nor ale, nor gin,
For if you stop, whoe'er alight
By Death is taken in.
For purl, nor ale, nor gin,
For if you stop, whoe'er alight
By Death is taken in.
Where having eat and drank your fill,
Should ye (oh! hapless case)
Neglect to pay your landlord's bill,
Death stares you in the face!
Should ye (oh! hapless case)
Neglect to pay your landlord's bill,
Death stares you in the face!