"LOVE LAYS AND LYRICS BY APIG." Accordingly, with very great propriety, Her pork and poetry towards the mess. This feast, we said, one Friday was the case, The swine-poor wretch !—with nobody to speak for it, So-like the fabled swan-died singing out, And, thus, there issued from the farmer's yard A note that notified without a card, An invitation to the evening rout. And when the time came duly," At the close of Although the Muse might fairly jest upon it, They came each "Pig-faced Lady," in that bonnet The Members all assembled thus, a rare woman And now arose a question of some moment,— Bacon or Hogg? there were no votes for Beaumont, While others, with a more sagacious reasoning, And thought their pork Would prove more relishing from Thomson's Season-ing! But practised in Shakspearian readings daily,- Selected him that evening to snort on. In short, to make our story not a big tale, Her talents, and converting The Winter's Tale to something like a pig-tale! All sitting round, with grave and learned faces, Of course, and clapped her at the proper places. Till fanned at once by fortune and the Muse, With that peculiar voice Heard only from Hog's Norton throats and noses, Uprose on his hind legs old Farmer Grayley, 706445 A The first for шаму ради cow while THE SUB-MARINE. T was a brave and jolly wight, His cheek was baked and brown, His coat it was a soldier coat, Of red with yellow faced, But (merman-like) he look'd marine He put the rummer to his lips, He raised the rummer many times And ever as he quaff'd, The more he drank the more the ship The ship seem'd pitching fore and aft, It gave a lurch and down he went, Three times he did not rise, alas! But down he went, right down at once Like any stone he dived, He could not see, or hear, or feel Of senses all deprived! At last he gave a look around And all that he could see was green, Sea-green on every hand! And then he tried to sound beneath, There he was fain to lie, for he Could neither sit nor stand! And lo! above his head there bent The other held a glass; A mermaid she must surely be Ier fish-like mouth was open'd wide, She look'd as siren ought to look, A sharp and bitter shrew, To sing deceiving lullabies For mariners to rue,― But when he saw her lips apart, It chill'd him through and through! With either hand he stopp'd his ears Alas, alas, for all his care, His doom it seem'd to die, Her voice went ringing through his head It was so sharp and high! He thrust his fingers farther in At each unwilling ear, But still in very spite of all, The words were plain and clear ; "I can't stand here the whole day long, To hold your glass of beer!" With open'd mouth and open'd eyes, And gave a stare to find the sands And deeps where he had been : The wet deception from his eyes He only saw the bar-maid stand THE LAMENT OF TOBY, THE LEARNED PIG. "A little learning is a dangerous thing."-PorE HEAVY day! O day of woe! Why was I ever farrow'd-why In this world, pigs, as well as men, But must I give the classics up, Of what avail that I could spell O, why are pigs made scholars of? Alas! my learning once drew cash, So I must turn a pig again, To leave my literary line My eyes get red and leaky; Old Mullins used to cultivate My learning like a gard'ner; |