shifts With eyes severe, and beard of formal cut, SHAKSPEARE THE THREE BLACK CROWS. Two honest tradesmen meeting in the Strand, 66 I had it from good hands, and so may you." From whose, I pray?" So having named the man, Straight to inquire his curious comrade ran. 'Sir, did you tell"-relating the affair "Yes, sir, I did; and if it's worth your care, Ask Mr. Such-a-one; he told it me; But, by the by, 't was two black crows, not three." Whip to the third the virtuoso went. "Sir," and so forth Why, yes; the thing is fact, Though in regard to number not exact; 66 Why,—in such a place.” The gentleman himself told me the case." "Where I find him?" may Away he goes, and having found him out, "Sir, be so good as to resolve a doubt.” Then to his last informant he referred, And begged to know if true what he had heard. "Did you, sir, throw up a black crow?" "Bless me! how people propagate a lie! Black crows have been thrown up, three, two, and one, And here I find at last all comes to none ! Did you say nothing of a crow at all? "Crow 66 'Not I!" crow - perhaps I might, now I recall The matter over." "And pray, sir, what was 't?" 'Why, I was horrid sick, and, at the last, I did throw up, and told my neighbor so, Something that was as black, sir, as a crow." BYROM THE GOUTY MERCHANT AND THE STRANGER. IN Broad-street buildings, (on a winter night,) Sat all alone, with one hand rubbing His feet, rolled up in fleecy hose; With t' other he 'd beneath his nose The Public Leger, in whose columns grubbing Ships, shops, and slops, Gums, galls, and groceries, ginger, gin, When, lo! a decent personage in black Entered, and most politely said "Your footman, sir, has gone his nightly track To the King's Head, And left your door ajar, which I Observed in passing by; And thought it neighborly to give you notice." Ten thousand thanks In time of danger how very few get Such kind attentions from a stranger! That there's no soul at home except myself." He knows that rogues and thieves by scores And see, how easily might one Even beneath your very nose, Enter your room, as I have done, Blow out your candles—thus-and thus, Pocket your silver candlesticks, And walk off — thus!" So said so done- he made no more remark, Nor waited for replies, But marched off with his prize. Leaving the gouty merchant in the dark. ANONYMOUS. MISCONCEPTION. ERE night her sable curtains spread; Ere drowsy watchmen yet had ta'en A wight, by hungry fiend made bold, Where numerous flocks were quiet laid No doubt the sheep he meant to steal; May ill luck on ill actions wait! Where prosecutors urge his guilt, With fear o'erwhelmed, the victim stands, From the elbow chair, Where justice sits in solemn state, With brow austere. Rogue! what excuse hast thou for this? Thou knew'st full well, The sheep within that fold belonged- Confess thy crime; 't will naught avail Thou didst not heed; For G. F. M., in letters large, Thou plain might'st read." "T is true, I did," the thief replies; I really thought that G. F. M. Meant Good, Fat, Mutton!” ANONYMOUS. THE APPLE-DUMPLINGS AND GEORGE III. ONCE in the chase, this monarch drooping, Where an old crone was hanging on the pot; Like lightning asked, "What's here? what's here? what? what? what? what?" Then taking up a dumpling in his hand, His eyes with admiration did expand And oft did majesty the dumpling grapple : "'Tis monstrous, monstrous, monstrous hard," he cried; "What makes the thing so hard?" The dame replied, Low courtesying, "Please your majesty, the apple." "Very astonishing indeed! strange thing!" (Turning the dumpling round) rejoined the king, "T is most extraordinary now, all this is It beats the conjurer's capers all to pieces "No?" cried the staring monarch with a grin, WOLCOTT. THE DIRECTING POST. In winter, once, an honest traveling wight It out and after much of poring, fumbling, 66 Why zur, thee be'est completely come astray; 66 This y'ant the road." Why zounds the guide-post showed 'To Derby, five' - and pointed down this road !" 66 Ay, dang it, that may be, for you maun know, The post it war blown down last night, and so This morn I put it up again, but whether (As I can't put great A and B together) The post is right, I'm zure I cannot zay The town is just five miles the other way." ANONYMOUS. |