Like western bucks, each sport and rig, we'd ever be enjoying, But business, a needful bore, our day will keep employing, But business 'tis that brings supplies, so that's a grief we pass, And sometimes, tho' the cash runs shy, we're never out of brass; So push along, and add each day to fashion's raw recruits, sir, And down Cheapside parade it in new toggery and boots, sir. (Spoken.)—“ Ah, Tom, how do this morning?" "Oh! d- -d bad; up late last night; was chairman at the Cat and Fiddle; we had some rum singing and good fun. What did you do with yourself?""Oh, I had a ticket for the Readings and Music, but went to the Debating Society, quite a spree, marched into the room, threw down my bob; hats off, cried Question; took snuff, quizzed the President, called to order, and kicked up a row; was quite prime-that's your sort." So keep it up, it's all the go, &c. Dickey Gossip. WHEN I was a younker, I first was apprentic'd Unto a gay barber, so dapper and airy; I next was a carpenter,then turn'd a dentist,Then tailor, good Lord!--then an apothecary: But for this trade or that- Though tailor and dentist but awkwardly tether, But blunders will happen in callings so various : My trades come as pat, &c. Sailor's Journal. TWAS post meridian half past four, With uplift hands, and broken hearted; Night came and now eight bells had rung, With tempers labour cannot weary: While tender thoughts rush'd on my fancy, And my warm sighs increas'd the wind, Look'd on the moon, and thought of Nancy. And now arriv'd that jovial night, Next morn a storm came on at four; But love seem'd to forbid the waves To snatch me from the arms of Nancy. Scarce the foul hurricane was clear'd, Scarce winds and waves had ceas'd to rattle, Ere a bold enemy appear'd, And, dauntless we prepar'd for battle. And now, while some lov'd friend or wife, Put up a pray'r; and thought on Nancy. At last, 'twas in the month of May, And England's chalky cliffs together: While hopes and fears rush'd on my fancy; At twelve I gaily jump'd ashore, And to my throbbing heart press'd Nancy. A Smile from the Girl of my Heart. IN the world's crooked path where I've been, There to share of life's gloom my poor part, The bright sun-shine that soften'd the scene, Was-a smile from the girl of my heart, Not a swain, when the lark quits her nest, With -a smile from the girl of his heart. Come then crosses and cares as they may, The Vicar of Bray. IN good king Charles's golden days, CHORUS. And this law I will maintain When royal James obtain❜d the crown, Full well my constitution ; And had become a Jesuit, But for the Revolution, When William was our king declar'd, Set conscience at a distance; A jest was non-resistance, |