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Laughing Song.

NOW'S your time for mirth and glee,
Laugh and dance, and sing with me:
Live to laugh, since life's a jest,
Who laughs the most enjoys it best.
Who laughs the most, &c.

(Speaking).
Moderate laughing is the best medicine in the world, except when you burst your Sides. A friend of mine was taken before a magist rate the other day, who observ'd to the prisoner, “How do you live?” Pretty, well, sir; generally a joint of meat and a pudding for dinner. “I mean, how do you get your Bread?” Sometimes at the baker's, and sometimes at the uxter's shop. “You may be as witty as you please; but I simply mean, how do you do?” Pretty well, I thank you; how are you?

Laughing still is nature's law,
Ha, ha, ha, ha! ha, ha, ha, ha! ha, ha, ha!
Ha, ha, ha, ha! ha, ha, ha, ha! ha, ha, ha!
Ha, ha, ha, ha! ha, ha, ha!
Hither come, each comic phiz,
Dashing bucks, and formal quiz;
Ladies, bring your smiling graces,
You shall laugh while I make faces.

(Speaking).
Men have been wise different ways; but they always laugh'd the same way. Can you tell me why my wig is like a giblet pye? Why? because it has a goose's head in it.

Laughing still is nature's law.
Ha, ha, ha, ha! &c.


Oft' the lover's deep despair,
Provs a laughable affair;
Grave men put on wisdom's cloak,
Turn 'em out, it's all a joke.

(Speaking).
Laugh and be fat is a saying of old. Come, let's laugh a bit. Oh, you can't? then I'll tell you a story.—A clergyman taking a ride, overtook a country boy with a small basket, containing red ruddle to mark sheep with: Having a dirty lane to go through, the parson humanely bad the boy get up behind him, and he wou'd give him some instructions; adding, between every sentence, “Mark me well, boy.” I will sir. Having got to the end of the lane, and the end of his task, he says to the boy, “Mark me well; do you hear?” I can't mark you any more, maister; I've us'd all the ruddle.

Laughing still is nature's law,
Ha, ha, ha, ha! &c.
Round the globe let fancy run,
All the world is full of fun;
Holland apes the Gallic grin,
England still must laugh and win.

(Speaking).
Traveling through Ireland, I overheard the following dialogue: Holloo, house! “I don't know any of that name.” Are you the master of the inn? “Yes, sir, please your honour, when my wife's from home.” Have you any porter? “Yes, sir; Pat's an excellent porter; he'll go any where.” I mean, porter to drink “Oh, sir, he'd drink the ocean; never fear him for that.” Have you a bill of fare?” Yes sir; the fair of Mollingar and Ballinaslee are the next week.” Have you any fish? “They call myself an odd fish.” I think so; but I hope you are no shark. “No sir; indeed I'm not a lawyer.” Have you any wine? “Yes, sir, all kinds; from Irish white wine (butter-milk) to burgundy.” Have you any mountain? “Yes, sir; this country is full of mountains.” Have you any wild fowl? “Yes sir; but they are tame enough now, they have been kill'd these four days.” I must see myself. “And welcome, sir; I'll fetch you the looking glass.

Laughing still is nature's law,
Ha, ha, ha, ha! &c.