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THE DINNER-PARTY.
Two epaulets—one on each arm,
And a sword, once of laurels the winner,
Ever ready, in case of alarm,
At carving a foe or a dinner.
Bishop Hobart said grace with an air
’Twould have done your heart good to have seen him,
And Lewis so sweetly did swear,
You’d have thought that the devil was in him.
And Alderman Brasher began
A song, but he could not go through it.
When Johnny R * * * asks me again
To a fête—by the Lord, I’ll go to it!
H.
