By the side of yon river he weeps and he slumps, 'T is past, he is dreaming,—I see him again; He dreams the chill gust is a blossoming gale, And murmurs, unconscious of space and of time, "A 1.-Extra super.-Ah! isn't it prime !" O, what are the prizes we perish to win, As the soil we first stirred in terrestrial pies! Then come from all parties and parts to our feast; Ancient maiden lady Anxiously remarks, That there must be peril She is out of danger! Woman with her baby, Says it's tiresome talking, Noises of the cars Are so very shocking! Market woman, careful Tightly holds her basket; Feeling that a smash, If it came, would surely Send her eggs to pot Rather prematurely. Singing through the forests, Rattling over ridges; Shooting under arches, Rumbling over bridges; Whizzing through the mountains, Buzzing o'er the valeBless me! this is pleasant, Riding on the rail! To a Fly. -John Godfrey Saxe. A H! poor intoxicated little knave, [Taken out of a bowl of punch] Now senseless, floating on the fragrant wave; Now let me take thee out, and moralize- Mad are the passions, as a colt untamed! When prudence mounts their backs to ride them mild, They fling, they snort, they foam, they rise inflamed, Gadsbud! my buzzing friend, thou art not dead; And now thy little drunken eyes unclose, And, finding it, thou rubbest thy two hands, And well mayst thou rejoice-'tis very plain, Now turnest-on the table making rings; There wilt thou meet a mistress, or a wife, -John Wolcott (Peter Pindar). Μ' Orator Puff. R. ORATOR PUFF had two tones in his voice, The one squeaking thus, and the other down so; In each sentence he uttered he gave you your choice, For one half was B alt, and the rest G below. O! O! Orator Puff, One voice for an orator's surely enough. But he still talked away, spite of coughs and of frowns, So distracting all ears with his ups and his downs, That a wag once, on hearing the orator say, [pray?" "My voice is for war!" asked, "Which of them, O! O! Orator Puff, etc. Reeling homeward one evening, top heavy with gin, And rehearsing his speech on the weight of the crown, He tripped near a saw-pit, and tumbled right in, "Sinking fund" the last words as his noddle came down. O! O! Orator Puff, etc. "Good Lord!" he exclaimed, in his he-and-she tones, "Help me out! Help me out! I have broken my bones!" "Help you out?" said a Paddy who passed, "what a bother! Why, there's two of you there--can't you help one another?" O! O! Orator Puff, One voice for a orator's surely enough. Thomas Moore. |