Acting his own philosophy, heart-strong?-
Then for thy sins, O Pennell, shalt thou sit,
And with expiant agonies give birth

To the worst Sonnet ever sung on earth,
And it shall stand for that which thou hast writ :
So shall thy breast of conscience-prick have ease,
And injured Tupper poetize in peace!

Who dogs the houseless wanderer

Upon the wintry wold;

And kisses with his frothy lips

The clammy-brow and cold ?

Who, hideous, trails a slimy form,

Betwixt the moonlight pale,

And the pale, fearful, sleeping face?--

BY A DYSPEPTIC.

UNCH, sir? yes-ser, pickled salmon.

"Eat, sir? yes-ser, on the dresser

Pork, sir"-" Pork, sir, I detest, sir"-
"Lobsters?" "Are to me unblest, sir"-

"Duck and Peas?" "I can't digest, sir"

"Puff, sir?" "Stuff, sir!" "Fish, sir?" "Pish, sir!"

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Sausage?" "Sooner eat the dish, sir"

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Shrimps, sir? prawns, sir? crawfish? winkle?

Scallops ready in a twinkle?

Wilks and cockles, crabs to follow!"

"Heav'ns, nothing I can swallow !"

"WAITAR!!"
"Yes-sar."

"Bread for twenty

I shall starve in midst of plenty !"