Danced like Saint Vitus, And Mr. Beak, thro' Powder's misbehaving, When suddenly, with words that seemed like swearing, Beyond a Licenser's belief or bearing — Broke in the stuttering, sputtering Mr. Gam mage Who is to pay us, Sir-he argued thus, "For loss of cus-cus-cus-cus-cus-cus-cus Cus-custom, and the dam-dam-dam-dam-damage? Now many a person had been fairly puzzled You, Sir, and you and you I'm only puffing off my own commodity!" ! THE GHOST. A VERY SERIOUS BALLAD. "I'll be your second."-LISTON. IN Middle Row, some years ago, But Brown and stout will both wear out, One Friday he died hard, And left a widowed wife to mourn Now widow B. in two short months With Mr. Street she soon was sweet; Assurance such as this the man One dreary night the angry sprite Appeared before her view ; It came a little after one, But she was after two! “Oh Mrs. B., oh Mrs. B.! Are these your sorrow's deeds, Already getting up a flame, To burn your widow's weeds? "It's not so long since I have left "Yet if my face you still retrace "To think that on that finger joint, Another pledge should cling; Oh Bess! upon my very soul, It struck like Knock and Ring.' "A ton of marble on my breast Can't hinder my return; Your conduct, Ma'am, has set my blood A-boiling in my urn! "Remember, oh! remember, how The marriage 'rite did run, If ever we one flesh should be, Of perjured faith convict, As ghostly toe can give no blow, "A hollow voice is all I have, But this I tell you plain, Marry come up! you marry Ma'am, And I'll come up again." More he had said, but chanticleer The spritely shade did shock With sudden crow, and off he went, Like fowling-piece at cock! ODE TO MADAME HENGLER, FIREWORK-MAKER TO VAUXHALL. Он, Mrs. Hengler! - Madame, I beg pardon Great is thy fame, but not a silent fame; And Serpents praise thee, As none beside are ever praised by hissing! Mistress of Hydropyrics, Of glittering Pindarics, Sapphics, Lyrics, |