say? O, the nevey? "Make haste! make haste!" says guzzling Jimmy, While Jack pulled out his snickersnee. Billy went up to the main-top-gallant mast, And North and South Amerikee, So when they got aboard of the Admiral's, WILLIAM MAKEPEACE THACKERAY. Drownded, I reckon, leastways, he never kem SEBASTOPOL TAKEN-IN AND DONE back to deny it. Ye see the derned fool had no seat, have made him a rider; And then, ye know, boys will be boys, and hosses I SING about a subject now, of which each paper -well, hosses is hosses! FRANCIS BRET HARTE. LITTLE BILLEE. THERE were three sailors of Bristol City There was gorging Jack, and guzzling Jimmy, Says gorging Jack to guzzling Jimmy, "I am extremely hungaree." To gorging Jack says guzzling Jimmy, "We've nothing left, us must eat we." Says gorging Jack to guzzling Jimmy, "With one another we should n't agree! There's little Bill, he 's young and tender, We're old and tough, so let's eat he." "O Billy! we're going to kill and eat you, has its full, The glorious deed so lately done, the taking of Sebastopol; That is, they would have taken it, as such was their intention, yet They have n't, so this latest joke I hope you will not mention yet. Bosh, bosh, bosh! All the wires are telegraphing bosh, bosh, bosh. With fifty thousand men, and more, and cannon primed and loaded, sirs, They smashed and crashed each standing stone, and all the Russians goaded, sirs; That is, they would have done that same, and left them not a jot at all, But it happened neither guns nor men were ever near the spot at all. Bosh, bosh, bosh. That is, - they would have shaved the coast as | All bare, and exposed to the midnight dews, clean as any barber, sir, Keclined in the gutter we found him; But it so happened that the fleet lay snugly in And He looked like a gentleman taking a snooze, the harbor, sir. Bosh, bosh, bosh. With his Marshall cloak around him. "The Doctor's as drunk as the d-," we said, And we managed a shutter to borrow; We raised him, and sighed at the thought that his head Would "consumedly ache" on the morrow. We bore him home, and we put him to bed, Loudly they talked of his money that 's gone, We tucked him in, and had hardly done When, beneath the window calling, We heard the rough voice of a son of a gun Of a watchman "One o'clock !" bawling. Slowly and sadly we all walked down From his room in the uppermost story; A rushlight we placed on the cold hearthstone, And we left him alone in his glory! RICHARD HARRIS BARHAM (THOMAS INGOLDSBY.) PERILS OF THE PAVE. JUMPING Over gutters, Wading through the flood, Ploughing through the slush, Tumbling in the mud, Squatting in the puddles, Bless me! this is nice, Slopping through the water, Slipping on the ice. Men of every class, In such falling weather, Find it very easy, Tumbling down together. Pillars of the church, Servants of the devil, Here they very quickly Find a common level. Very sharp young fellow Makes a perfect flat, Rusty, fusty bachelor Tumbles on his hat. But sickness and affliction Are sent by a wise creation, O, I could to your bedside fly, And wipe your weeping eyes, Both sick and well, you may depend By your faithful and affectionate friend, FRANCES MIRIAM WHITCHER. DEBORAH LEE. PARODY. "T is a dozen or so of years ago, Somewhere in the West countree, That a nice girl lived, as ye Hoosiers know By the name of Deborah Lee; |