Being certain of getting the sack,
So he ran to the City, and begged for a seat,
Crying, "Please to _re-member Poor Jack_!"

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CONUNDRUMS BY COL. SIBTHORP.

Why is a tall nobleman like a poker?--Because he's a _high'un_ belonging to
the _great_.

Why is a defunct mother like a dog?--Because she's a _ma-stiff_.

When is _a horse_ like _a herring?_--When he's _hard rode_.

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EPIGRAM ON SEEING AN EXECUTION.

One morn, two friends before the Newgate drop,
To see a culprit throttled, chanced to stop:
"Alas!" cried one as round in air he spun,
"That miserable wretch's _race is run_."
"True," said the other drily, "to his cost,
The race is run--but, by a _neck_ 'tis lost."

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