NO. II.

"Love, with a witness!

He has shaved off his whiskers and blackened

his brows,

Wears a patch and a wig of false hair,—

But it's him - Oh it's him!

lovers' vows,

we exchanged

When I lived up in Cavendish Square.

He had beautiful eyes, and his lips were the same, And his voice was as soft as a flute —

Like a Lord or a Marquis he looked, when he

came,

To make love in his master's best suit.

If I lived for a thousand long years from my birth,

I shall never forget what he told ;

How he loved me beyond the rich women of earth, With their jewels and silver and gold!

When he kissed me and bade me adieu with a sigh,

By the light of the sweetest of moons,

Oh how little I dreamt I was bidding good-bye

To my Missis's teapot and spoons!

I felt I could not feel—for no watch was upon

me;

He ran

- the night was cold

unaltered,

and his pace was

I too longed much to pelt — but my small-boned legs faltered.

I wore my bran new boots and unrivalled their brightness,

They fit me to a hair how I hated their tight

ness!

I called, but no one came, and my stride had a tether

Oh thou hast been the cause of this anguish, my

I seized upon his arm, he was mine and mine

only,

And stept

as he deserved to cells wretched

and lonely:

And there he will be tried but I shall ne'er

receive her,

The watch that went too sure for an artful de

ceiver;

The world may think me gay,

ache together,

heart and feet

Oh thou hast been the cause of this anguish, my leather.

FRENCH AND ENGLISH.

"Good heaven! Why even the little children in France speak French!”

ADDISON.

!

I.

NEVER go to France

Unless you know the lingo,

If you do, like me,

You will repent by jingo.

Staring like a fool,

And silent as a mummy,
There I stood alone,

À nation with a dummy:

II.

Chaises stand for chairs,
They christen letters Billies,
They call their mothers mares,
And all their daughters fillies;

Strange it was to hear,

I'll tell you what's a good 'un,
They call their leather queer,

And half their shoes are wooden.

III.

Signs I had to make,
For every little notion,
Limbs all going like
A telegraph in motion,
For wine I reeled about,
To show my meaning fully,
And made a pair of horns,
To ask for "beef and bully."

IV.

Moo! I cried for milk;

I got my sweet things snugger,
When I kissed Jeannette,
'Twas understood for sugar.
If I wanted bread,

My jaws I set a-going,

And asked for new-laid eggs.

By clapping hands and crowing!

V.

If I wished a ride,

I'll tell you how I got it ;

On my stick astride,

I made believe to trot it;

Then their cash was strange,
It bored me every minute,
Now here's a hog to change,
How many sows are in it!

VI.

Never go to France,

Unless you know the lingo;
If you do, like me,

You will repent, by jingo;
Staring like a fool,

And silent as a mummy,
There I stood alone,

A nation with a dummy!

OUR VILLAGE. - BY A VILLAGER.

OUR village, that's to say, not Miss Mitford's vil lage, but our village of Bullock Smithy, Is come into by an avenue of trees, three oak pollards, two elders, and a withy ;

And in the middle, there's a green of about not exceeding an acre and a half;

It's common to all, and fed off by nineteen cows, six ponies, three horses, five asses, two foals, seven pigs, and a calf!