Letle Creps up quite unbeknowne

An' pecked in thin the winder

An' there sot Stulby all alone

sigh to hender.

Fuch

a paragon is woman That, you see, it must be true.

She is always leastly better

Thaw the best that the can do!"

VI.

There was a life, I assever! With reasons That lead me to scorn every star-gazing Ass ; And because I loved it, at certain seasons

"T is a pleasure to gaze in the looking-glass.

THE FRIEND OF HUMANITY AND THE

KNIFE-GRINDER.

FRIEND OF HUMANITY.

NEEDY knife-grinder! whither are you going? Rough is the road; your wheel is out of order.

deckt, up,

The Ape swells within me; whenever I see Mortals look skyward, walking erect up,

I long for a Tail and a large strong Tree!

ROBERT BUCHANAN.

THE UNIVERSITY OF GOTTINGEN.

BY ONE ELEVEN YEARS IN PRISON.
SONG BY ROGERO IN "THE ROVERS."

WHENE'ER with haggard eyes I view
This dungeon that I'm rotting in,
I think of those companions true
Who studied with me at the U-

niversity of Gottingen, niversity of Gottingen. 【Weeps, and pulls out a blue kerchief, with which he wipes

his eyes; gazing tenderly at it, he proceeds:] Sweet kerchief, checked with heavenly blue, Which once my love sat knotting in Alas, Matilda then was true!

At least I thought so at the U

in 't;

(Have you not read the Rights of Man, by Tom Paine?)

Drops of compassion tremble on my eyelids,
Ready to fall as soon as you have told your
Pitiful story.

KNIFE-GRINDER,

Story! God bless you! I have none to tell, sir;
Only, last night, a-drinking at the Chequers,
This old hat and breeches, as you see, were
poor
Torn in a scuffle.

Constables came up for to take me into
Custody; they took me before the justice;
Justice Oldmixon put me in the parish-
stocks for a vagrant.

I should be glad to drink your honor's health in
A pot of beer, if you will give me sixpence ;
But for my part, I never love to meddle
With politics, sir.

FRIEND OF HUMANITY.

first,

whom no sense of wrongs can rouse to Vengeance,

Sordid, unfeeling, reprobate, degraded,

Spiritless outcast!

Kicks the knife-grinder, overturns his wheel, and exit in a transport of republican enthusiasm and universal philanthropy.]

GEORGE CANNING.

Whereby we find

That, when all things were recent, (So paradoxical is human kind !) Till folks grew naughty, they were, barely, decent.

Thus, dress may date its origin
From sin;

Which proves, beyond the shadow of dispute,
How many owe their livelihoods to fruit ;-

For fruit caused sin, and sin brought shame, And all through shame our dresses came,With that sad stopper of our breath, Death!

Now, had not woman worked our fall, How many, who have trades and avocations, Would shut up shop, in these our polished nations, And have no business to transact at all! GEORGE COLMAN.

AMERICAN ARISTOCRACY.

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Of all the notable things on earth,
The queerest one is pride of birth
Among our 'fierce democracy"!
A bridge across a hundred years,
Without a prop to save it from sneers,
Not even a couple of rotten peers,
A thing for laughter, fleers, and jeers,
Is American aristocracy !

English and Irish, French and Spanish,
Germans, Italians, Dutch and Danish,
Crossing their veins until they vanish

In one conglomeration!

So subtle a tangle of blood, indeed,
No Heraldry Harvey will ever succeed
In finding the circulation.

Depend upon it, my snobbish friend,
Your family thread you can't ascend,
Without good reason to apprehend
You may find it wared, at the farther end,
By some plebeian vocation!

Or, worse that that, your boasted line
May end in a loop of stronger twine,
That plagued some worthy relation!
JOHN G. SAXE.