human
Monsieur grown tired of fricassee, Resolved Old England now to see, The country where their roasted beef And puddings large pass all belief.
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Guildhall at length in sight appears, An orator is hailed with cheers. 'Zat orator, vat is hees name?' 'Birch the pastrycook--the very same.'
human
The Adopted Child remained a stock piece to our own time. The alderman used annually to send, as a present, a Twelfth-cake to the Mansion House. The upper portion of the house in Cornhill has been rebuilt, but the ground-floor remains intact, a curious specimen of the decorated shop-front of the last century; and here are preserved two doorplates, inscribed
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Birch, successor to Mr. Horton,
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Jemmy Wood,
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Hold on thy course uncheck'd, heroic Wood! Regardless what the player's son may prate, St. Stephen's fool, the zany of debate-- Who nothing generous ever understood. London's twice prætor! scorn the fool-born jest, The stage's scum, and refuse of the players-- Stale topics against magistrates and mayors-- City and country both thy worth attest. Bid him leave off his shallow Eton wit, More fit to soothe the superficial ear Of drunken Pitt, and that pickpocket Peer, When at their sottish orgies they did sit, Hatching mad counsels from inflated vein, Till England and the nations reeled with pain.