_Chorus_.
"_Hi! hi! Cab! Hi_!" Oh, no!
On the sullen brute will go;
When he _wants_ a fare, he's clamorous and unruly;
But if he wants a _drink_,
With a sneer or with a wink,
He'll rumble on and just ignore you coolly.
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[Illustration: DESTROYING THE MONEY-LENDER'S WEB; OR, THE THIRTEENTH
LABOUR OF HERSCHELLES.]
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[Illustration: RATHER SMART ALL ROUND.
_Lady Di._ (_who has been trying a Horse with a view to purchase_).
"AND DO YOU REALLY THINK THAT HE'S QUITE UP TO MY WEIGHT, MR. SPAVIN?"
_Spavin._ "LOR! MY LADY, HE'D CARRY TWO OF YOU!"
_Lady Di._ "WHAT? DO YOU MEAN TO SAY THAT I'M ONLY HALF A HORSEWOMAN?"
_Spavin._ "BY NO MEANS, MY LADY. BUT ANOTHER LIKE YOUR LADYSHIP WOULD
LOOK SO WELL ON THE OTHER SIDE!"]
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HOW TO REPORT THE PRACTICE OF THE CREWS.
(_NEWEST STYLE._)
Scarcely had the tintinabulum fixed on the altitude of the clock tower
of the ecclesiastical building known to fame and rowing men as Putney
Church sounded out the merry chimes of eleven in the forenoon, when
the wielders of the sky-blue (or dark-blue) blades were observed by
the eager frequenters of the tow-path carrying their trim-built ship
to the water's edge.
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