METROPOLİTAN IMPROVEMENTS. BY AN OBSTRUCTIVE. HERE'ER we wander-up or down- The only cry o'er all the town For architecture wins the day, And celebrates her glories By palaces that line the way The haunts we revelled in to-day As one by one are swept away Our old resorts we miss as much 156 METROPOLITAN IMPROVEMENTS. Ah, when shall we again pursue That Mammon has the best of. No longer we with pleasure plod Some Cockney path in Arden. We cannot call within our ken The homes of Will and Button ; The coffee-houses, like the men, Are gone as dead as mutton. No nook or cranny dear to me Though Progress went on either knee. To beg for my approval. That hundreds will regret it, Still-if it must-why, let it! TRUE FRIENDSHIP. HEN a scamp disappears from this region of woe The survivors infallibly hear That, excepting his own, he was nobody's foe ;- Uncle Higgins, with numbers of thousands a year, Is of course a most excellent man ; Which is more than they think of his nephew, I fear, With his hundred and fifty per ann. Does old Higgins come down with his dust? Not a sou; Nay, the older old Higgins has grown The more strictly he renders that epitaph true"He was nobody's friend but his own." 158 TRUE FRIENDSHIP. But with pluck and with patience I somehow get on. And exist by the help of my brains; While I wait for the time when old Higgins is gone To a world where no currency reigns. Should his last will and testament show some design For his many past sins to atone, I could curb my resentment and cancel the line— "He was nobody's friend but his own." AN EXCUSE FOR EVERYTHING. HERE is merit in open confession, they say; By admitting at once that I still am a prey I shall change for the better, no doubt, by degrees, Laugh away at my errors as much as you please; To the friends that have brightened my pathway in life What a depth of devotion I owe! They are guiltless of hatred, of malice, of strife, What a darling is Jones, what an angel is Brown; I may learn in the future, to run them all down; |