They're only fit for window frames, and shutters, and street doors, David will paint 'em any day at Red Lions or Blue Boars- But I know well what it is, and why-they're jealous of 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 apprehend 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-and shall be hung, for Mr. H———, I Vow, I dare n'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 maybe Bailey's Charity the favor would allow, 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 see 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, And if it's unconvenient and drawn too big by half- I'M GOING TO BOMBAY. "Nothing venture, nothing have."-OLD PRoverb. "Every Indiaman has at least two mates."— FALCONER'S MARINE GUIDE 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, If I am fair, so much the worse, At school I passed with some éclât; 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! 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 We ought to make our hay And India has so hot an one, I'm going to Bombay! 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! She says that I shall much delight But what she likes may turn me quite, She says that I shall much enjoy- I like to drive my pony-chair, But elephants are horses there Farewell, farewell, my parents dear, My friends, farewell to them! If I should find an Indian vault, Or fall a tiger's prey, Or steep in salt, it's all his fault, SONNET TO A DECAYED SEAMAN. That fine new teak-built ship, the Fox, A. 1.-Commander Bird, Now lying in the London Docks, Will sail on May the Third; My heart is full-my trunks as well; My corsets, shaped by Mrs. Bell, Are promised ere I sup; With boots and shoes, Rivarta's best, And Dresses by Ducé, 191 And a special license in my chest I'm going to Bombay! SONNET TO A DECAYED SEAMAN. HAIL! Seventy-four cut down! Hail, Top and Lop! Spite of that limb, begot of acorn-egg- |