№. III

Why look ie, Measter Billy, I some
how conceit it teant real whoals ome
fat-I feel as it were puff'd up with
Copper little Spangles, Peaper an d
Promises !

Blifs me, Master Bull, why I scarcely
know you, you look so well and so
prosperous! I told you times would
mend-What a fine new coat I smart
Cock a de! light Ruffles! beautiful
Buttons! and such a rotundity! positively
you must be bled a little, or you'll get too
corpulent!

Days of Prosperity; or, Congratulations. for Johon Bull!!!