"EPITAPH ON PETER STAGGS.
Poor Peter Staggs now rests beneath this rail,
Who loved his joke, his pipe, and mug of ale;
For twenty years he did the duties well,
Of ostler, boots, and waiter at the 'Bell.'
But Death stepp'd in, and order'd Peter Staggs
To feed his worms, and leave the farmers' nags.
The church clock struck one--alas! 'twas Peter's knell,
Who sigh'd, 'I'm coming--that's the ostler's bell!'"
Peace to his manes!
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A HINT FOR POLITICIANS.
"If you won't turn, _I_ will," as the mill-wheel said to the stream.
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"Why did not Wellington take a post in the new Cabinet?" asked Dicky Sheil
of O'Connell.--"_Bathershin!_" replied the _head_ of the _tail_, "the Duke
is too old a soldier to lean on a rotten _stick_."
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Lord Morpeth intends proceeding to Canada immediately. The object of his
journey is purely scientific; he wishes to ascertain if the _Fall of
Niagara_ be really greater than the _fall of the Whigs_.
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A PRO AND CON.
"When is Peel not Peel?"--"When he's _candi(e)d_."
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GALVANISM OUTDONE.
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