But that in suffering me to take it, sweet,

I'd have you say,

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No, no, I will not let you."

EPITAPH ON AN ENGLISHMAN.

FROM DESTOUCHES.

HERE lies Sir John Plumpudding, of the Grange,
Who hung himself one morning, for a change.

Mais je voudrois, qu' en le me laissant prendre,
Vous me dissiez,-Non, vous ne l'aurez point.

Cy git Jean Rosbif, ecuyer,
Qui se pendit pour se dessenuyer.

LOVE AND WAR.

FROM THE CHEVALIER DE BOUFFLERS.

IF war were an evil not to be done away, it would be right to construe its necessity as handsomely as possible; and, among others, the argument implied in this jeu d'esprit would not be one of the least satisfactory. Had Uncle Toby married the Widow Wadman, and left us a son, the young gentleman might have sung the song, going to the wars, to the dance of the band of music and his own feather.

LET us make love, let us make war,

This is your motto, boys, these are your courses;

War may appear to cost people too dear,

But love re-imburses, but love re-imburses.

FAISONS l'amour, faisons la guerre,

Ces deux métiers sont pleins d' attraits;

La guerre au monde est un peu chère,
L'amour en rembourse les frais.

The foe and the fair, let 'em see what we are,

For the good of the nation, the good of the nation;

What possible debtor can pay his debts better,

Than De-population with Re-population?

Que l'ennemi, que la bergère,
Soient tour-à-tour serrés de près.
Eh! mes amis, peut-on mieux faire,
Quand on a dépeuplé la terre,

Que de la repeupler après?