I think, but am not sure, I hear a hum, Like a very muffled double drum, And then a something faintly shrill, Like Bartlemy Fair's old buzz at Pentonville. And now and then hear a pop, As if from Pedley's Soda Water shop. My cough is, more than usual, teasing; RONDEAU. [EXTRACTED FROM A WELL-KNOwn annual.] O CURIOUS reader, didst thou ne'er Seated in his great civic chair So dear? way, Then cast thy longing eyes this To rise from little into great Is pleasant; but to sink in state Severe. Too soon his shine is overcast, Chilled by the next November blast; One year! He casts his fur and sheds his chains, He slips like water through a sieve - SYMPTOMS OF OSSIFICATION. "An indifference to tears, and blood, and human suffering, that could only belong to a Boney-parte."-LIFE OF NAPO LEON. TIME was, I always had a drop I don't know how it is, but now My eyelids seldom want a drying; The doctors, p'rhaps, could tell me how- O'er Goethe how I used to weep, With turnip cheeks and nose of scarlet, With pistols kissed and cleaned by Charlotte; No joke there is in bullets flying, The Drama once could shake and thrill And laugh while Mrs. Haller 's crying; That heart was such some years ago, The means from my own purse supplying, I fear my heart is ossifying! We've had some serious things of late, And acts, and songs, and tales of sorrow; But Lord! so little have I felt, I'm sure my heart is ossifying! THE POACHER. A SERIOUS BALLAD. But a bold pheasantry, their country's pride, GOLDSMITH. BILI, BLOSSOм was a nice young man, And drove the Bury coach; But bad companions were his bane, And egged him on to poach. They taught him how to net the birds, And how to noose the hare; And with a wiry terrier, He often set a snare. Each "shiny night" the moon was bright, Land-owners, who had rabbits, swore That he had this demerit Give him an inch of warren, he At partridges he was not nice; He did not fear to take a deer Folks who had hares discovered snares His course they could not stop: No barber he, and yet he made Their hares a perfect crop. To pheasant he was such a foe, He tried the keeper's nerves; |