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our prog. It was 'ero 'ere and 'ero there, I might 'ave been a King, For to 'ear 'em 'ip 'urraying as I stepped into the ring, When I faced the Tipton Slasher, me and 'im in four-ounce gloves, Just to make us look as 'armless as a pair o' bloomin' doves. Then I bruises 'im and batters, And 'e cuts my lips to tatters, And I gives 'im 'alf a dozen where 'is peepers ought to be. And 'e flattens out my nose With a brace of bally blows, Which I 'ardly 'ad expected from a pug as couldn't see. Next round the Slasher's groggy, 'e 'angs 'is 'ands and gropes (I'd knocked him orf 'is legs at last) a-feelin' for the ropes. And, lor, 'e looked so cheerful with 'is face a mask of red That I bust myself with laughin' when I bashed 'im on the 'ead. Then they counted up to ten, But 'e couldn't rise again; 'E gasped a bit, and puffed a bit, and laid there in a 'eap. And I copped a thousand pounds For a fight of seven rounds, Which was all the time it took me for to put my man to sleep. Ah, the soft uns call it brutal; there's Mr. H.P. COBB, And 'is talk, which isn't pretty, about ruffians (meanin' us). I'd like to tap _'is_ claret when 'e's up and on the job, And send 'im 'ome a 'owlin' to 'is mammy or 'is nuss. But I'd rather take the chuck For a show of British pluck, And do my month in chockee, and eat my skilly free; And I'll leave the curs to snivel With their 'Ouse o' Commons drivel, Which may suit a pack of jaw-pots, but, by gosh, it don't suit me. * * * * * "What I suffer from, at this time of year, when I go into the country," says Mrs. R., "is 'Flybites.'" She pronounced it as a word of three syllables, and then added, "I rather think the learned way of spelling it is 'Phlybites.'" * * * * * [Illustration: CORIOLANUS. "I WOULD HE HAD CONTINU'D TO HIS COUNTRY AS HE BEGAN, AND NOT UNKNIT, HIMSELF, THE NOBLE KNOT HE MADE."--_Coriolanus_, Act. IV., Scene 2.] * * * * * [Illustration: HENGENIOUS IDEA. _Early Visitor._ "WHY, WHAT ON EARTH ARE YOU DOING, MATHILDE,--TURNING YOUR BOUDOIR INTO A POULTRY YARD?" _Mathilde._ "WELL, MY DEAR, AS IT IS IMPOSSIBLE TO RELY ON GETTING NEW-LAID EGGS IN TOWN, I HAVE HAD MY PET COCHIN-CHINA UP FROM THE COUNTRY, AND SHE IS THOROUGHLY TO BE T
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