Daily Trials.

By a Dyspeptic.

UNCH, sir? Yes-ser, Pickled Salmon

Cutlets Kidneys Greens and"--

"Gammon!

Have you got no wholesome

meat, sir?

Flesh or fowl that one can

eat, sir?"

"Eat, sir? Yes-ser, on the dresser

Pork, sir"--"Pork, sir, I detest, sir"--

"Lobsters?"

"Are to me unblest, sir"--

"Duck and Peas?"

"I can't digest, sir"--

'Roe, sir?"

"No, sir!"

"Fish, sir?"

"Pish, sir!"

Sausage?"

"Sooner eat the dish, sir--

Hath a puppy charms for Briton?

Can the soul rejoice in kitton?

"Shrimps, sir? Prawns, sir? Crawfish? Winkle?

Scallops ready in a twinkle?

Wilks and Cockles, Crabs to follow!"

"Heav'ns, nothing I can swallow!

Waitar!"

"Yes-sar."

"Bread for twenty.

I shall starve in midst of plenty!"