My trunk shall be nailed quite close to my back; Will bear it up level, Whilst I ride on their shoulders instead of a sack. And the valleys will ring, Raising up a fine chorus, both gallant and brave; Like a sieve-woman's hat, And away goes the merry man into his grave. THE COURT OF ALDERMEN AT FISHMONGERS' HALL. "Is that dace or perch?" Said Alderman Birch ; "I take it for herring," Said Alderman Perring. "This jack's very good," Said Alderman Wood; "I'll butter what I get," Said Alderman Heygate. Said Alderman Smith. "Don't cut so far down," Said Alderman Brown: But nearer the fin," Said Alderman Glyn. "I've finished, i' faith, man," Said Alderman Waithman: "And I too, i' fatkins," Said Alderman Atkins. "They've crimped this cod drolly," Said Alderman Scholey; "'Tis bruised at the ridges,' Said Alderman Brydges. "Was it caught in a drag? Nay," "'Twas brought by two men,” "They care not how fur 'tis," Said Alderman Curtis [Born in 1767, died in 1848. President of the United States from 1825 to 1829. He wrote much in both verse and prose: his principal poetical composition, 'published in 1832, is named Dermot MacMorrogh, or the Conquest of Ireland, an Historical Tale of the Twelfth Century, in Four Cantos]. THE PLAGUE IN THE FOREST TIME was when round the lion's den But by four-footed beasts instead. The bull, prepared with horns to gore; In social compact thus combined, He whispered to the royal dunce, One summer, by some fatal spell, (Phoebus was peevish for some scoff) The plague upon that city fell, And swept the beasts by thousands off. Loved his own people from his heart; His peerage summoned to advise, To soothe Apollo's rage. Quoth Lion, "We are sinners all; Poor innocent! his blood so sweet! I find resistance vain. "Now to be candid, I must own The sheep are weak and I am strong, But, when we find ourselves alone, The sheep have never done me wrong. And, since I purpose to reveal All my offences, nor conceal One trespass from your view, My appetite is made so keen That with the sheep the time has been "Then let us all our sins confess, The council with applauses rung, To hear the Codrus of the wood; Though still some doubt suspended hung If he would make his promise good. Quoth Reynard, "Since the world was made, Was ever love like this displayed? Let us like subjects true Swear, as before your feet we fall, We all will die for you. "But please your majesty, I deem, That paltry, poltroon, sheepish race; And, howsoe'er I tax my mind, "And as for eating now and then Expect with you the peace to keep? And now the noble peers begin, And, cheered with such examples bright, Disclosing each his secret sin, Some midnight murder brought to light. Reynard was counsel for them all; No crime the assembly could appal, But he could botch with paint: Hark, as his honeyed accents roll, Each tiger is a gentle soul, Each bloodhound is a saint. When each had told his tale in turn, I passed, not thinking of a crime, His lure some tempting devil spread, "Oh monster! villain!" Reynard cried→→ "No longer seek the victim, sire ; Nor why your subjects thus have died |