A Living skeleton!! Authentic memoir of that singular human prodigy Claude Seurat, denominated the Living Skeleton, who arrived in London from the Continent in July, 1825. In which is contained a circumstantial detail of his person ... together with an account of his manners, habits, etc. ... / Illustrated ... by Robert Cruikshank.

Seurat, Claude-Ambroise, 1798-1841.

Date:: [1825?]

Credit: A Living skeleton!! Authentic memoir of that singular human prodigy Claude Seurat, denominated the Living Skeleton, who arrived in London from the Continent in July, 1825. In which is contained a circumstantial detail of his person ... together with an account of his manners, habits, etc. ... / Illustrated ... by Robert Cruikshank. Source: Wellcome Collection.

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UNIVERSAL SONGSTER; OR, iilusmim of itlutf). THE NIGHTINGALE-CLUB. Air—“ Sliadrach, the Orangeman.”—(Knight.) The Nightingale-Club in a village was held. At the sign of the Cabbage and Shears, Where the singers, no doubt, would have greatly excell’d, But for want of taste, voice, and ears; Still between every toast, with his gills mighty red, Mr. President thus with great eloquence said— Spoken.] Gentlemen of the Nightingale-Club, you all know the rules and regulations of this society; and if any gentleman present is not aware of them, if he will look over the fire-place he will find them chalked up:—That every gentleman must sing a volunteer song, whether he can or no, or drink a pint of salt and water; therefore, to make a beginning of this evening’s harmony, I shall call upon Mr. Snuffle.—‘ Sir, I have an ex¬ treme bad cold, but with your permission I’ll try to do my best.’—‘ Sir, that’s all we wish, for, if you do your best, the best can do no more.’— ‘ Permit me to blow my nose first, and I’ll begin directly.’—(Singing, snujjling.) A master I have, and I am his man. Galloping dreary dall. And he’ll get a wife as fast as he can. With his haily gaily gall-bo-ravly, Higeity, pigelty, gigelty, nigelty. Galloping dreary dail. Bravo! bravo! very well sung. Jolly companions every one. Thus Uie Nightingale-Club nightly kept up their clamour. And were nightly knocked down with the Presi¬ dent’s hammer. When Snuffle had finished, a man of excise. Whose squint was prodigiously fine. Sung, ‘ Drink to me only with thine eyes. And I will pledge with mine.’ After which Mr.Tug, who draws teeth for all parties* Roared a sea-song, whose burthen was ‘ Pull away, my hearties, ho. Pull away, pull away, my hearties, Pull—pull away, pull away, my hearties.’ SPOKEN.] ‘ Mr. Driukall, we shall be happy to hear your song, sir.’ (Drunk.) ‘ ’Pon my soul, Mr. President, I cannot sing.—‘ Waiter, bring Mr. Drinkall a glass of’salt and water.’—4 No, no, Mr. President, sooner than swallow that dose. I’ll try one.’—Bravo, silence— A lass is good, and a glass is good, And a pipe to smoke in cold weather. The world it is good, and the people are good. And we’re all good fellows together. A song is a gootl thing when it’s very well sung, But some people they always stick in it. Spoken.] ‘ ’Pon my honour, Mr. President, T cannot sing any more.’ Bravo! bravo! very well sung, Jolly companions every one. Thus the Nightingale-Club, &c. Mr. Drybones sung next, who was turned of three score. And melodiously warbled away—■ * She’s sweet fifteen. I’m one year more. And yet we are too young, they say.’ Then a little Jew grocer, who wore a bob wig, Struck up ' Johnny Pringle hail von very leetel pig. Not very leetel, nor very pig. But ven alive, him live in clover. But now him dead, and dat's all over.

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