The Sun.
London, England, 1825-01-11 00:00:00

P 0 T R Y.

CHRISTMAS OUT OF TOWN.
( From the New Monthly Magazine.)
For many a winter in liilliter-lane
My wife, Mrs. Brown, was not heard to complain
At Christmas the family met there to dine
On beef and plum-pudding, and turkey and chine.
Our bark has now taken a contrary heel,
My wife has fbund out that the sea is genteel,
To Brighton we duly go scampering down,
For nobody now spends his Christmas in Town.

Our register-stoves, and our crimson-baited doors,
Our weatherproof walls, and our carpeted floors,
Our casements well fitted to stem the North wind,
Our arm-chair and sofa are all left behind.

We lodge on the Steine, in a bow-windowid box,
That beckons up-stairs every Zephyr that knocks;
The sun hides his head and the elements frown,—.
But nobody now spends his Christmas in Town.

A t Brighton I'm stuck up in Donaldson's shop,
Or walk upon bricks till I am ready to drop;
Throw stones at an anchor, look out for a skiff,
Or riew tit: chain-pier from the top of the cliff:
Till winds from all quartors oblige me to halt,
With an eye full of sand, and a mouth full of salt.
Yet still I am suffering with folks of renown,
For nobody now spends his Christmas in Town.

In gallop the winds, at the full of the moon,
And puff up my carpet like Sadler's balloon ;
My drawing-room ruz, is besprinkled with soot.,
And there is not a locK in the house that will ithut..
At :tiahytnet's steam-bath I lean on my cane.
And murmur in secret—" Ah,Niter-lane !"
And would not express what I think for a crown,
For nobody now spends his Christmas in Town.

The Duke and the Earl are no-cronies of mine,
His 3lajesty never invites me to dine
The Marquess won't speak, when we meet on the pier,
Which makes me suspect that I'm nobody here.
If that be the case, why then welcome again
Twelfth-cake and snap dragon in Billiter-lane.
:Next winter I'll prove to my dear Mrs. Brown,
That Nobody now spends his Christmas in Town.

SPORTING 1j

TELLIGENCIi.

STATE OF THE ODDS.__
DEI

3IiTTING-ROO3l, Jsrl. 10.
11Y.
22 to 1 agst Diana
22 to 1 agst Sister to Nectar
25 to 1 agst Defianco
25 to 1 agst Nigel
25 to 1 agst Golianna
30 to 1 agst Jenny
1000 to 2 agst Macduff.

8 to 1 agst Muleteer
to 1 agst Rufus
14 to 1 agst Bolero
13 to 1 agst Webb colt
13 to 1 agst D. of York's!
18 to 1 apt Adrarice
YO to 1 agst Canvas
20 to I apt Legacy

11 to 2 apt Aline
I
8 to I agst Sorcery
:0 to 1 agst Attica
2 to 1 asst Waltz
.t to 1 zigst First Fly
DONCASTER

13 to 1 agst Pipylina
I'lo to 1 agst Zitleika.
25 to 1 agst Shovelleir
25 to 1 agst Premium.

ST. LEGER.
to I ngst Memnon 30 to 1 agst His Grace
to 1 agst Cleveland 30 to liagst Mandan©
1 to 1 agst ltedgauntlet 30 to 1 agst Muleteer.
20 to 1 agst Cow-boy 31 to 1 agst Crow catcher
21 to 1 agst homer 35 to 1 agst Alderman
25 to 1 agst Androgens 40 to I agst Rosamond.
1000 to 15 agst Diana--1000 to 20 agst Scandal.

In Billiter_lane, at this mirth-moving time,
The lamplighter brought us his annual rhyme,
The tricks of Grimaldi were sure to be seen,
We carved a twelfth cake, and we drew King and Queen
These pastimes gave oil to Time's round-about wheel, •
I3efore we began to be growing genteel r
'Twas all very well for a cockney or clown,
But nobody now spends his Christmas in Town.