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Beloved by Everybody.


Take Back Your Heart.

Accept Your Own.

Big Heart but not a Red.

Dost think to win

Who'll Have Me.


A Nincompoop.

Mr. Disagreeable.

To a Merchant.

The Almighty Dollar Worshipper.

The Toper.

No doubt, my dear friend, with your good rifled bore.

Look Out for the Rope.

A Milliner.

Love Sick Fellow.

The Heart Breaker.

Pugnacious Young Lady.

The Sportsman.

To a Gambler.

A Blacksmith.

A Sheep.

Lovesick Man.

You are my Valentine.

The Milliner.

The Darling Duck.

Oh, why is gentle love


Your True Love.

Dear Madam, I must vainly try.

My friend, I vow that I'm not over nice.


The Turk.

Your Likeness.

Sell your stuffs and laces

The Heart-Breaker.

You and Your Beau.


Mr. Hare.


To a Ship Carpenter.

The Author.


Operator on the Sewing Machine.

I do not wish

I vow to me

Tho’ you are Porter

‘Tis by your Music

‘Tis all in vain

With sweet talking

Your person reminds me

It's Time You Were Married.

Dear mam you're ugly

Dear sir, having

A Bear, what

A Bear, what

Come, stand erect.

Hearts! at once

A Farmer.

Old Coachee, mounted

The Poulterer Surely

A Sheep.

Oh! pray great Goose, and silly elf.

A slave to Fashion's tyrant laws

Cease your sighing day and night.


The Verdant Woman.

Heads I Win--Tails You Loose.

Hog on Ice

Modern Cupid.

Odd Fellow.

Late Courtship.

Miss Fretful.


A Son of Mars.

A Grandmother.

A Verdant Young Man.

I Love a Man

Thou languishing young lady bird

To a Barman.

Stands ther Poulterer

You are an ill

You looking for

You queer looking

Ugliest of the fair

Bloated and Ugly.

Miss Bonnet-builder

When I’m stuck

With a fine hat

Einer Durchschauten.

Emptyheaded and Lazy

Blue Ruin.

Hic, Hic, Hic.

Goddess of the fries

To a Snob.

The Soldier.

The Soldier.

Ladies, I learned to bow this way

Miss Fashionable.

Oh gunner bold and gunner wise.


Be aisy now, darlints, be aisy, I say.

To a Fire-Eater--a Desperado.

A Zouave.

All Lager--No Love.

Do you think, you ugly man.


The Novel-Reader.

The Sentinel.



You think your style is just the thing

To a Zouave.

What man is he that loveth not renown

To a Volunteer.

A Raw Recruit.