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So that neither his toes nor his nose may be froze,
To his slumbers in silence the bachelor goes.
In the morn, when the cock crows, and the sun is just rose,
From beneath the bedclothes
Pops the bachelor’s nose,
And, as you may suppose, when he hears how the wind blows,
Sees the windows all froze
Why, back ‘neath the clothes pops the poor fellow’s nose;
For full well he knows, if from that bed he rose,
To put on his clothes, that he’d surely be froze.

—(Godey’s, 1867)

The Origin of Scandal

Said Mrs. A
To Mrs. J.,
In quite a confidential way,
“It seems to me
That Mrs. B.
Takes too much—something in her tea.”
And Mrs. J.
To Mrs. K.
That very night was heard to say,
She grieved to touch
Upon it much,
But “Mrs. B. too—such and such!”
Then Mrs. C.
Went straight away,
And told a friend the self-same day,
“‘Twas sad to think”
Here came a wink—
“That Mrs. B. was fond of drink.”
The friend’s disgust
Was such she must

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