  "Buonaparte was certainly, as Sir John Carr called him, a 'splendid scoundrel,' but he was a scoundrel still."—Daily Paper. Not so, for if a scoundrel—doubt who will— Napoleon was a scoundrel, never still! Scene—OUTSIDE OF THE GREYHOUND INN. "You'll take a glass of ale or so? Here's double X upon the door;" "Is there," says John, "then I don't go— It so reminds me of a score!" THE MALADY OF DEBT. Some people often have, they say, What's call'd the "Maladie de pays"— But Schneider of his customers was saying, They had the malady of never paying. C. H. W. |
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