Why hanging is too good for them, and yet here they are on cords! They're only fit for window frames, and shutters, and street doors, David will paint 'em any day at Red Lions or Blue Boars, Why Morland was a fool to him, at a little pig or SOW It's really hard it ain't hung up about the Cow! But I know well what it is, and why jealous of David's fame, I could cry they 're But to vent it on the Cow, poor thing, is a cruelty and a shame. Do you think it might hang by and by, if you cannot hang it now? David has made a party up, to come and see his Cow. If it only hung three days a week, for an example to the learners, Why can't it hang up, turn about, with that picture of Mr. Turner's? Or do you think from Mr. Etty, you need appre hend a row, If now and then you cut him down to hang up David's Cow? I can't think where their tastes have been, to not have such a creature, Although I say, that should not say, it was prettier than Nature; It must be hung I vow, and shall be hung, for Mr. I daren't take home the catalogue, unless it 's got the Cow! As we only want it to be seen, I should not so much care, If it was only round the stone man's neck, a-coming up the stair. Or down there in the marble room where all the figures stand, Where one of them three Graces might just hold it in her hand Or may be Bailey's Charity the favour would allow, It would really be a charity to hang up David's COW. We haven't no where else to go if you don't hang it here, The Water-Colour place allows no oilman to ap pear And the British Gallery sticks to Dutch, Teniers, and Gerrard Douw, And the Suffolk Gallery will not do — it's not a Suffolk Cow: I wish you'd seen him painting her, he hardly took his meals Till she was painted on the board correct from head to heels His heart and soul was in his Cow, and almost made him shabby, He hardly whipped the boys at all, or helped to nurse the babby. And when he had her all complete and painted over red, He got so grand, I really thought him going off his head. Now hang it, Mr. Hilton, do just hang it any how, Poor David, he will hang himself, unless you hang his Cow. And if it's unconvenient and drawn too big by half David shan't send next year except a very little calf. I'M GOING TO BOMBAY. "Nothing venture, nothing have." OLD PROVERB. "Every Indiaman has at least two mates." FALCONER'S MARINE GUIDE. I. My hair is brown, my eyes are blue, And reckoned rather bright; I'm shapely, if they tell me true, And just the proper height; My skin has been admired in verse, And called as fair as day If I am fair, so much the worse, II. At school I passed with some éclât; It really is the strangest thing - III. I've been to Bath and Cheltenham Wells, But not their springs to sip To Ramsgate - not to pick up shells, To Brighton-not to dip. I've toured the Lakes, and scoured the coast From Scarboro' to Torquay But tho' of time I've made the most, I'm going to Bombay! IV. By Pa and Ma I'm daily told To marry now 's my time, For though I'm very far from old I'm rather in my prime. They say while we have any sun And India has so hot an one, I'm going to Bombay! V. My cousin writes from Hyderapot And says the climate is so hot, It's sure to light a match,— She's married to a son of Mars, With very handsome pay, And swears I ought to thank my stars I'm going to Bombay! VI. She says that I shall much delight To taste their Indian treats, But what she likes may turn me quite, Their strange outlandish meats. If I can eat rupees, who knows? Or dine, the Indian way, On doolies and on bungalows VII. She says that I shall much enjoy,— |