ADAM'S SLEEP. He laid him down and slept,-and from his side A woman in her magic beauty rose, Dazzl'd and charm'd, he call'd that woman"bride," And his first sleep became his last repose. Besser A MOTHER'S LOVE. Ere yet her child has drawn its earliest breath, Wernicke. ON A HYPOCRITE. Joe hates a Hypocrite. This shews THE ROCKINGHAM ADMINISTRATION. On Lord Rockingham's becoming Minister, during our disputes with America, a declaratory bill was brought into the House of Commons, which was judged to be too tame a measure by the adverse party. Accordingly the following distich appeared in the newspapers. "You had better declare, which you may without shocking'em, That the nation's asleep, and the Minister Rocking'em." ON A VERY SHORT LADY, ACCUSED OF PRIDE. She's vastly proud, I've heard you say, A STRIKING LIKENESS. "Come hither, Sir George, my picture is here, What think you, my love? don't it strike you?” "I can't say it does, just at present my dear, But I think it soon will, it's so like you." A POETICAL BARBER. There is now residing in Blandford-mews, in the vicinity of Portmansquare, an old and very intelligent shaver, who, in addition to keen instruments and warm water, has the following poetical invitation in his window. My name is M'Dermot, No. 6, in the Mews, And for ladies who wish to add art to their grace, DISAPPOINTMENT IN LOVE. On a gallant and enterprising Officer, who was very ill after his arrival from the Polur regions, in consequence of an affair of the heart. P-y, why that distracted air? Why for a jilt be so cast down? None but the brave deserve the fair, ON CHANGEABLE WEATHER. The season, 'tis granted, is not very gay; But we cannot, in justice, complain of the wea ther, -- For if changes delight us, we have, in one day, Spring and Summer, and Autumn and Winter together. SPAIN AND PORTUGAL, OR LEGITIMATE AMBITION. If Ferdinand that best of kings, There is no reason to be seen, Why, in that case, a neighbouring Queen, AN OPEN HAND. The other day, Says Ned to Joe,— "I own," says Joe, "that to the poor "But then there's nothing in it!" THE END OF LIFE. Tom prais'd the friend who chang'd his state, In union so divine; "Wedlock's the end of life," he cried: ON WOMEN. Women's doubtful theme I sing, Which constitutes a curse or blessing; Witty, empty, fond, capricious, Pious sometimes, sometimes vicious; DR. GOODENOUGH. The following was written by a Peer, on being told that the Bishop of C. (Dr. Goodenough) was appointed to preach before the House of Lords. Tis well enough that Goodenough j REJECTED LOVE. The late Sir Gregory Page, when he was about seventy, sent a pair of Gloves to a young Lady, with the following lines. Take G from Glove, There remains Love, Which I send thee! The lady suspecting whom they came from, returned them with this answer, Take P from Page, There remains Age, Which suits not me. TRUE HAPPINESS. By the late R. B. Sheridan, Esq. True happiness is not the growth of earth And never blooms but in celestial air. ON THE WINDOW OF A SCOTTISH INN. Scotland! thy weather's like a modish wife, |