_) Well, have you _got_
them?
_The Assistant_. No, Sir; I'm rather afraid they ain't _here_. Fact
is, they've sent me out with the wrong set o' slides. This ain't
_Valentine and Orson--it's a miscellaneous lot, Sir!_
[_Collapse of Curate as Scene closes in._
* * * * *
THE MIXTURE AS BEFORE.
(_BY AN IMPATIENT--INFLUENZA--PATIENT._)
I bust suppose the Doctor dose,
(I do not bead a pud!)
What ails be; but that aidlbelt _grows!_
This Subber brigs _do_ sud.
Subtibes the east wids blow like bad,
Subtibes code showers pour,
But daily cubs that doctor's lad,--
"The Bixture as Before!"
The Idfluedza I have got,
Or I ibadgid so;
Subtibes I'b cold, subtibes I'b hot,
I cough, I sdeeze, I blow,
But GLADSTUD's better, SBITH is well,
_I_ do _dot_ bend. O lor!--
There's that codfonded kitchid bell;
"The Bixture as Before!"
I've had at least a budth of it,
Sidtz I was first struck dowd,
Yet here id slippered feet I sit!
By daily half-a-crowd--
For bedsud taxes by poor purse.
It is ad awfud bore.
This bedsud bakid be feel worse--
"The Bixture as Before!"
I'b odly a poor City clerk.
Quidide is bodstrous dear;
By doctor treats it as a lark,
Ad tries by bide to cheer.
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