Y'S DEB

W

M WORDS

d 23rd, April, 185

rattle and thy

e mimic fool

Folly's count

oolish hath th

e Idiot I pr

ber

t years of age, who is drawn upon the stage in a ch

ack was nine

ight on New

te Wilso

my papa a

ast week, a

ther Ja

e pouts, and

ne came to m

drawer

e doll, and,

r head betw

off half

, a bit of

to his pe

with might

ainst the p

head, and hi

ks a win

m cry with r

cry, it serv

thing,

melt, all s

l's nose, a

is peg-to

heard the

"O naughty

istress y

ane for yo

pa said, "Po

, "No, she

r many a s

nto a hack

ed down t

go: one hor

f both hung

s were on

n which poor

drawn to

the lum

dust from

mopp'd it

ed it wit

porter, Sam

six to blac

ys talk

he, but tak

haise along

es me wh

walls are ma

tall, and n

and, goo

beams are

, never h

that no

floor! 'tis

when they

e it, I'l

a row of l

o blaze! I

them on

caught hold

away; but

the prom

s hand my ch

Go on, my p

'em, li

y got to cu

chin up, lau

you're su

e day when br

fifty pounds

not Nan

m speaking,

y aunt? and w

ck? O, the

they nod; I'

und poor Bil

them in

ood gentle

mma, and s

ding yo

like a pr

'll blow t

w a kiss

a kiss