Patchwork, Embroidered with Wit, Whim, and Fancy PDF Download

Author: Howard Paul
Publisher: Rarebooksclub.com
ISBN: 9781230010182
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Languages : en
Pages : 52

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This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can usually download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. Not indexed. Not illustrated. 1858 edition. Excerpt: ...WITH DOMESTIC ECONOMY. 1858. Dr. 1858. Or. To painting one room 1 0 0 Time and labour spent in painting 0 12 0 Trousers spoiltin ditto. 1 12 0 Paint.... 0 8 O Spoiling carpet. O 18 0 Daubing walls.. 1 0 0 To balance.... 5 10 0 Mortification... 2 0 0 I throw in the dangerous experiment of the baby and the injury to health, both of which, could they be estimated by numbers, would swell the amount to an alarming figure. I came solemnly to the conclusion that it would have been better to have paid a proper person to have done the work in a proper manner. Don't you think so yourself? Tnou art bursting, thou art yielding, In the seam, and in the sole; ' And the damp invades my stockings, Through many a dismal hole. Thou art yielding, thou art cracking, Thou art falling from my foot, My loved and polished Blucher, My beautiful--my boot!-This gentleman, it is only fair to inform our readers, invariably sits in the galIery.---ED. Q Oh! the months of muddy weather Thou hast stoutly battled through; When many a Wellington hath gone, And many an Oxford shoe. But, alas! thou'rt not immortal! If thou wert, how well thou'd suit The state of my finances-My gallant---going boot! I have soled thee, I have heeled thee, I have added patch to patch; Upon the ripping stitches--oh! I've kept a sickening watch. But all, alas! is gone at last, And I strike my mournful lute, In wild and wailing requiem, O'er thy faded form--my boot l NAUTICAL NONSENSE. Collected from "Patchwork." WE often hear people boast of having been at sea, and sit and chat by the hour of the pleasant times they had on vhat they are pleased to call the "laughing waves;" but, for our part, we must confess that we never thought...