drank up every drop, which spurted up to her very heart.
After a while they renewed these delights, and kept it up, till prudence dictated his return to the saloon, where the sleepers were still unawakened; so Charlie, dressing himself, aroused Frank and Harry and assisted them to dress, then slipping away for a moment to his unknown inamorata took a loving leave, and by her advice they left the house leaving the two old gentlemen and the girls to wonder what had become of them whenever they might rouse themselves up.
It was almost 5 o'clock in the afternoon when our hero took leave of his cousins in Gower Street, sending them home to sleep off the effects of the long debauch; whilst he also made the mental resolve, to let this be the very last orgie for along while to come, and content himself with the love of his little slavey, and the occasional erotic osculations of Mrs. Letsam, soliloquising to himself, as after a cup of tea, he lay on his own sofa, I mean to study and rise in my profession, so this of my sprees shall be…
THE FATHER
A Tale
Avaro liv'd a private life,
And starv'd in bondage with his wife.
Did she too starve? To him, at least,
So matters seem'd; but she knew best:
For she was plump, historians say,
And look'd as blithesome as the day;
But that, Avaro understood,
Was from her temper, not her food.
One son they had, but never more,
Children, thought he, make people poor:
And virtue dwells in self-denial,
So I'll abstain from farther trial.
Whether the lady thought the same,
Or not, is nothing to my theme.
The marriage articles which said
Madam should always have her maid,
Were kept from Susan down to Nan,
Till Dick begun to grow a man.
Dick was the son we just now mention'd;
Who, grown a man, inform'd the wench on't;
The wench grew fond, as Dick grew bolder, And was convinc'd of what he told her.
A lucky girl may grant a favour,
Yet keep her character for ever;
But luck was little of Nan's side;
Her failing grew too big to hide.
She wept, she sobb'd was almost wild:
What shall we do about the child?
Poor youth! thy ruin it will be:
And I! what must become of me?
Caught in this sad dilemma, Dick (Whose faculties were sharp and quick)
Concluded thus to save their bacon,
In father's net it must be taken:
Nan, you can swear a lie for once;
You know, the 'Squire is but a dunce:
At worst, his Worship may be wrought on;
Leave that to me (quoth Nan), well thought on.
Dick whispers it about the parish;
God knows the cause, but Nan looks queerish;
I vow my father don't grow young;
This was enough, the story rung;
A country servant big with beam,
Is thought a popular concern:
So Nan was quickly apprehended,
Son, father, mother, all attended.
Before the Justice now we find her,
Dick prompting all the while behind her;
His Worship (influenced before)
Cries, hussy who made you a whore?
My master, says the quean, and took
The usual oath upon the book. hat swore the slut? Avaro cries
(And lifted up his hands and eyes),
My wife can prove my long unfitness! — Villain (quoth she), call me to witness!
Yes, lecher, I can answer this;
I've now and then a slabbering kiss;
That's all, these twenty years and more;
The rest, it seems, was for your whore.
Condemn'd on evidence so plain,
Avaro urg'd his age in vain:
A child not his, a jealous wife,
Were now the comforts of his life:
And may such comforts ever be
The fruit of such frugality!
ADVENTURES AND AMOURS OF A BARMAID A SERIES OF FACTS
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About ten o'clock Lord Rodney was announced, and shown into the drawing room, where Polly, Bessie, and their landlady awaited his arrival.
'Strangers first,' said his lordship, kissing Polly in the most amorous fashion, tipping the velvet tip of his lascivious tongue into her mouth as he did so.
'Look at the man, what a whoremonger he is, I can't have a modest girl in my house but he takes the most impudent liberties with her,' exclaimed Mrs. Swipes. 'How dare you, sir, thrust your wicked tongue into Miss Polly's mouth like that?'
'Mind your own business, you old b-h,' retorted his lordship, a fine handsome young fellow of about eight and twenty, 'or I won't lend Bessie my dildoe to f-k you with presently.'
Supper was pleasant but soon over, and his lordship, who had sat beside Polly all the while, making her caress his p — k under the table, arose from his seat with a yawn.
'Who'll take the horn out of me?' he exclaimed, 'or will you give way to Miss Polly,' he asked Bessie.
'With the greatest of pleasure,' she answered, 'only I mean to touch you up with the rod, so as to make you gallop, and not tease her with one of your lazy f-ks.'
