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Rh But do not eat them till you're ill, And always first take off the chill, And swallow your ices warm. Shiver-and-Shakery, &e.&c. [sic]

A Tale I now tell without any flam, In Holland dwelt Mynheer Von Clam, Who every morning said I am The richest merchant in Rotterdam, Ri too ral, &c.

One day he stuff'd him full as an egg, When a poor relation came to beg: But he kick'd him out without broaching a keg And in kicking him out he broke his right leg Ri too ral, &c.

AuAn [sic] artist in Rotterdam, 'twould seem, Had made cork legs his study and theme; Each joint was as strong as an iron beam The springs a compound of clockwork and steam Ri too ral, &c.

The leg was made and fitted right Inspection th' artist did invite: The fine shape gave Minheer great delight, As he fixed it on and screw'd it tight. Ri too ral, &c.

He walk'd through squares, and past each shop Of speed he went to the very top; Each step he took with a bound and a hop, But he found his leg he could not stop. Ri too ral, &c

Horror and fright were in his face, The neighbours thought he was running a race He clung to a post to stay its pace, But the leg, remorseless, kept up the chase Ri too ral, &c.

Then he call'd to some men with all his might; "Oh, stop this leg or I'm murdered quite," But though they heard him aid invite, In less than a minute he was out of sight. Ri too ral, &c.