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-
Why, they all come as pat,
They all come as pat as they can:
For shaving and tooth-drawing,
Bleeding, cabbaging, and sawing,
Dickey Gossip, Dickey Gossip is the man.

Though tailor and dentist but awkwardly tether,
In both the vocations I still have my savings;
And two of my trades couple rarely together-
For barbers and carpenters both deal in shavings:
So for this trade or that, &c.

But blunders will happen in callings so various :
I fancy they happen to some who are prouder;
I once gave a patient whose health was precarious,
A terrible dose of my best shaving powder;
But no matter for that-

My trades come as pat, &c.

Sailor's Journal.

TWAS post meridian half past four,
By signal I from Nancy parted;
At six she linger'd on the shore,

With uplift hands, and broken hearted;
At sev'n, while taught'ning the fore-stay,
I saw her faint, or else 'twas fancy;
At eight we all got under weigh,
And bade a long adieu to Nancy,

Night came and now eight bells had rung,
While careless sailors, ever cheery,
On the midwatch so jovial sung,

With tempers labour cannot weary:
I, little to their mirth inclin'd,

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,
When ev'ry true-bred tar carouses,
When, o'er the grog, all hands delight
To toast their sweethearts and their spouses:
Round went the can, the jest, the glee,
While tender wishes fill'd each fancy,
And when, in turn, it came to me,
I heav'd a sigh, and toasted Nancy.

Next morn a storm came on at four;
At six the elements, in motion,
Plung'd me, and three poor sailors more,
Headlong within the foaming ocean:
Poor wretches! they soon found their graves;
For me it may be only fancy--

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,
Like lightning rush'd on ev'ry fancy,
To Providence I trusted life,

Put up a pray'r; and thought on Nancy.

At last, 'twas in the month of May,
The crew, it being lovely weather,
At three A. M. discover'd day

And England's chalky cliffs together:
At sev'n up channel how we bore!

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,
But to labour with glee will depart,
If at eve he expects to be blest

With

-a smile from the girl of his heart.

Come then crosses and cares as they may,
Let my mind still this maxim impart,
That the comfort of man's fleeting day
Is a smile from the girl of his heart.

The Vicar of Bray.

IN good king Charles's golden days,
When royalty no harm meant,
A zealous high churchman I was,
And so I got preferment :
To teach my flock I never miss'd,
Kings are by God appointed,
And damn'd are those that do resist,
Or touch the Lord's anointed.

CHORUS.

And this law I will maintain
Until my dying day, sir,
That whatsoever king shall reign,
I'll be the vicar of Bray, sir.

When royal James obtain❜d the crown,
And popery came in fashion,
The penal laws I hooted down, .
And read the declaration.
The church of Rome I found would fit

Full well my constitution ;

And had become a Jesuit,

But for the Revolution,

When William was our king declar'd,
To ease the nation's grievance;
With this new wind about I steer'd,
And swore to him allegiance;
Old principles I did revoke,

Set conscience at a distance;
Passive obedience was a joke,

A jest was non-resistance,