The thirsty Sirius, dog-like drank

So deep, his furious tongue to cool, The shallow waters sank and sank,

And lo, from out the wasted pool, Too hot to hold them any longer, There crawled some eels as big as conger

I wish all folks would look a bit,

In such a case below the surface; But when the eels were caught and split By Mrs. Bond, just think of her face, In each inside at once to spy

A duckling turned to giblet-pie!

The sight at once explained the case,
Making the Dame look rather silly,
The tenants of that Eely Place

Had found the way to Pick a dilly,
And so by under-water suction,
Had wrought the little ducks' abduction.

SALLY SIMPKIN'S LAMENT;

OR, JOHN JONES'S KIT-CAT-ASTROPHE.

"He left his body to the sea,

And made a shark his legatee."

BRYAN AND PERENNE

"OH! what is that comes gliding in,

And quite in middling haste?

It is the picture of my Jones,
And painted to the waist.

"It is not painted to the life,

For where's the trowsers blue?

O Jones, my dear! - O dear! my Jones,
What is become of you?"

Oh! Sally dear, it is too true,—

The half that you remark

Is come to say my other half

Is bit off by a shark!

Oh! Sally, sharks do things by halves,

Yet most completely do!

A bite in one place seems enough,

But I've been bit in two.

"You know I once was all your own
But now a shark must share!
But let that pass - for now to you
I'm neither here nor there.

"Alas! death has a strange divorce

Effected in the sea,

It has divided me from you,

And even me from me!

"Don't fear my ghost will walk o'nights

To haunt, as people say !

My ghost can't walk, for, oh! my legs
Are many leagues away!

"Lord! think when I am swimming round,

And looking where the boat is, A shark just snaps away a half, Without a quarter's notice.'

"One half is here, the other half
Is near Columbia placed;
Oh! Sally, I have got the whole
Atlantic for my waist.

"But now, adieu a long adieu !

I've solved death's awful riddle,

And would say more, but I am doomed
To break off in the middle!"

THE FALL.

"Down, down, down, ten thousand fathoms deep." COUNT FATHOM.

WHO does not know that dreadful gulf, where Niagara falls,

Where eagle unto eagle screams, to vulture vulture calls;

Where down beneath, Despair and Death in liquid darkness grope,

And upward, on the foam there shines a rainbow without Hope;

While, hung with clouds of Fear and Doubt, the unreturning wave

Suddenly gives an awful plunge, like life into the grave;

And many a hapless mortal there hath dived to bale or bliss;

One-only one that abyss !

-

hath ever lived to rise from

Oh, Heaven! it turns me now to ice with chill of

fear extreme,

To think of my frail bark adrift on that tumultuous stream!

In vain with desperate sinews, strung by love of life and light,

I urged that coffin, my canoe, against the current's

And fearfully the stream of Time raced with it in

But still I viewed the horrid close, and dreamt it

Plainly, as through transparent lids, I saw the fleeting shore,

And lofty trees, like winged things, flit by for

evermore;

Plainly but with no prophet sense I heard the sullen sound,

The torrent's voice

and felt the mist, like death

sweat gathering round.

O agony

y! O life! My home! and those that made it sweet:

Ere I could pray, the torrent lay beneath my very feet.

With frightful whirl, more swift than thought, I

passed the dizzy edge,

Bound after bound, with hideous bruise, I dashed

I did not die - but anguish stunned my senses

into sleep.