'Tis known in summer time that she,
(A maid and only daughter)
To show her love for Razorblade,
Kept Nicky in _hot water_!
For politics Nick always said,
He never cared a fig;
Quoth he:--"If I a Tory were,
I likewise _wear a wig_!"
No poacher he, yet _hairs_ he _wired_,
With skill that made maids prouder;
And though he never used a gun,
He knew the use of _powder_!
He never took offence at words,
However broad or blunt;
But when maids brought a _front_ to dress,
Of course he took a _front_!
Beneath his razor folks have slept,
So easy were they mown;
Yet (oh! most passing strange it was!)
His _razor_ was his _own_!
Nick doubtless had a tender heart,
But not for Nelly Jones;
He made Miss Popps "bone of his bone,"
But never made old bones!
He died and left an only son,
A barber too by trade;
But when they ope'd his will, they found
A cruel will he'd made.
And doubtless he was raving mad,
(To slander I'm unwilling)
For tho' a _barber_, Nicky cut
His _heir_ off with _a shilling!_
_Absurdities: in Prose and Verse_._
* * * * *
BONAPARTE ATTEMPTS SUICIDE.
While we endeavour to sum up the mass of misfortunes with which
Bonaparte was overwhelmed at this crisis, it seems as if Fortune had
been determined to show that she did not intend to reverse the lot of
humanity, even in the case of one who had been so long her favourite,
but that she retained the power of depressing the obscure soldier, whom
she had raised to be almost king of Europe, in a degree as humiliating
as his exaltation had been splendid.
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