Leech. Athens ? Sir C. A bad Edinburgh! Sav. Egypt? Sir C. A desert! Leech. The Pyramids ? Sir C. Humbugs!—nothing in any of them! -you bore me. Have done Leech. But you enjoyed the hours we spent in Paris, at any rate? Sir C. No; I was dying for excitement. In fact, I 've no appetite, no thirst; everything wearies me-no, they fatigue me. Leech. Fatigue you!-I should think not, indeed; you are as strong as a lion. Sir C. But as quiet as a lamb-that was Tom Cribb's character of me: you know I was a favorite pupil of his. I'd give a thousand pounds for any event that would make my pulse beat ten to the minute faster.-Is it possible, that between you both you cannot invent something that would make my blood boil in my veins,-my hair stand on end—my heart beat my pulse rise-that would produce an excitement-an emotion-a sensation! THE REJECTED.-T. H. BAYLEY. NOT have me! Not love me! Oh, what have I said? Rejected and just when I hoped to be blessed! Remember-remember how often I've knelt, And talked about poison in accents so wild, Not have me! Not love me! Oh, what have I done? All natural nourishment did I not shun? My figure is wasted; my spirits are lost; And my eyes are deep sunk, like the eyes of a ghost. Remember, remember-ay, madam, you must I once was exceedingly stout and robust; Not have me! Not love me! Rejected! Refused! Remember you 've worn them; and just can it be To take all my trinkets, and not to take me ? Nay, don't throw them at me!-You 'll break-do not start- Not have me! Not love me! Not go to the church! Remember my letters; my passion they told; Not have me! Not love me! And is it, then, true That opulent Age is the lover for you? 'Gainst rivalry's bloom I would strive 'tis too much Remember-remember I might call him out; THE GOUTY MERCHANT.-HORACE SMITH IN Broad street buildings, on a winter night, Sat, all alone, with one hand rubbing With t'other he 'd beneath his nose The Public Ledger, in whose columns grubbing, Gums, galls and groceries, ginger, gin, "Your footman, sir, has gone his nightly track And left your door ajar, which I Observed in passing by, And thought it neighborly to give you notice." "Ten thousand thanks!" the gouty man replied; "You see, good sir, how to my chair I 'm tied ;Ten thousand thanks! How very few get, In time of danger, Such kind attentions from a stranger! Assuredly that footman's throat is Doomed to a final drop at Newgate; And he well knows (the heedless elf!) He knows that rogues and thieves, by scores, And see, how easily might one Of these domestic foes, Even beneath your very nose, Perform his knavish tricks; Enter your room, as I have done; Blow out your candles-thus, and thus— And walk off-thus!" So said, so done;—he made no more remark But marched off with his prize, RAILWAY MANIA.-ANON. AH! raillery once was all the go, Now canter will not do at all, Jog-trot is out of fashion; And even a gallop at the full Puts people in a passion. The rail! the rail! it's all the rail When people are departing, They're wretched (n'importe how they're train'd) Till in a train for starting. The rail the rail! no slow-coach now! All agriculture 's at a stand, The railway laborers floor 'em, 'Twas very irksome once to dig, Now irksomeness is o'er, For people see a tunnel plain, The railway mania so pervades That some, before they 'd lose their rail, And yet men are so very fast- And mark you, when the contract's made, They do not send the Engine in, But they do send in the Tender! The schoolmaster was once abroad, Degrade you once from class the first, Now share-holders are all the go, Oh! how in speculation, now, In Germany whole herds of deer |