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That horrid little vulgar Boy whom I brought|I went and told the constable my property to here to-night
track ; He's stolen my things and run away!" Says He asked me if “I did not wish that I might get she, “And sarve you right !"
| 1 answered, “To be sure I do! - it's what I'm Next morning I was up betimes, - I sent the come about." Crier round,
He smiled and said, “Sir, does your mother know All with his bell and gold-laced hat, to say I'd that you are out!'
give a pound To find that little vulgar Boy, who'd gone and Not knowing what to do, I thought I'd hasten used me so ;
back to town, But when the Crier cried, “O Yes !" the people and beg our own Lord Mayor to catch the boy cried, “O No!”
who'd “done me brown,"
His Lordship very kindly said he'd try and find I went to “ Jarvis' Landing-place," the glory of
him out, the town,
But he "rather thought that there were several There was a common sailor-man a walking up
vulgar boys about." and down, I told my tale, - he seemed to think I'd not He sent for Mr. Whithair then, and I described been treated well,
“the swag,". And called me “Poor old Buffer !” – what that
My Macintosh, my sugar-tongs, my spoons, and means I cannot tell.
He promised that the New Police should all That Sailor-man, he said he'd seen that morning
their powers employ, on the shore
But never to this hour have I beheld that vulgo A son of — something - 't was a name I'd never heard before,
Boy! A little “ gallows-looking chap," -- dear me,
MORAL. what could he mean? With a "carpet-swab” and “mucking-togs," Remember, then, that when a boy I've heard my and a hat turned up with green.
“BE WARNED IN TIME BY OTHERS' HARM, ANL He spoke about his “precious eyes," and said YOU SHALL DO FULL WELL!". he'd seen him “sheer," —
Don't link yourself wiih vulgar folks, who'vo It's very odd that Sailor-men should talk so very | got no fixed abode, queer ;
Tell lies, use naughty words, and say they “wis) And then he hitched his trousers up, as is, I'm they may be blowed !”
told, their use, It's very odd that Sailor-men should wear those Don't take too much of double X! - and don' things so loose.
at night go out
To fetch your beer yourself, but make the pot I did not understand him well, but think he boy bring your stout ! meant to say
And when you go to Margate next, just stop He'd seen that little vulgar Boy, that morning, and ring the bell, swim away
Give my respects to Mrs. Jones, and say I'm In Captain Large's Royal George, about an hour
pretty well ! before,
(Thomas Ingoldshy, Esq.). And they were now, as he supposed, “some
wheres" about the Nore.
RICHARD HARRIS BARHAM
“There was me, and the cook, and the captain - And I eat that cook in a week or less, bold,
And as I eating be And the mate of the Nancy brig,
The last of his chops, why I almost drops, And the bo’sun tight, and a midshipmite,
For a wessel in sight I see. And the crew of the captain's gig.
" And I never larf, and I never smile, “For a month we'd neither wittles nor drink, And I never lark nor play; Till a-hungry we did feel,
But I sit and croak, and a single joke So we drawed a lot, and, accordin', shot
I have - which is to say : The captain for our meal.
“0, I am a cook and a captain bold “The next lot fell to the Nancy's mate,
And the mate of the Nancy brig, And a delicate dish he made ;
And a bo'sun tight, and a midshipmite, Then our appetite with the midshipmite
And the crew of the captain's gig!" We seven survivors stayed.
WILLIAM SCHWENCK GILBERT
| I saw her at the county ball ;
There, when the sounds of flute and fiddle THERE were three sailors of Bristol City
Gave signal sweet in that old hall Who took a boat and went to sea,
Of hands across and down the middle, But first with beef and captain's biscuits
Hers was the subtlest spell by far And pickled pork they loaded she.
Of all that sets young hearts romancing :
She was our queen, our rose, our star ; There was gorging Jack, and guzzling Jimmy,
And then she danced, -0 Heaven ! her danes And the youngest he was little Billee ; Now when they 'd got as far as the Equator, They 'd nothing left but one split pea. Dark was her hair ; her hand was white ;
Her voice was exquisitely tender ; Says gorging Jack to guzzling Jimmy,
Her eyes were full of liquid light; “I am extremely hungaree."
I never saw a waist so slender ; To gorging Jack says guzzling Jimmy,
Her every look, her every smile, “We've nothing left, us must eat we."
Shot right and left a score of arrows : Says gorging Jack to guzzling Jimmy,
I thought 't was Venus from her isle, “With one another we should n't agree !
And wondered where she'd left her sparrows. There's little Bill, he's young and tender,
She talked of politics or prayers, We're old and tough, so let's eat he."
Of Southey's prose or Wordsworth's sonnets, “O Billy! we're going to kill and eat you,
Of danglers or of dancing bears, So undo the button of your chemie."
Of battles or the last new bonnets ; When Bill received this information,
By candle-light, at twelve o'clock, He used his pocket-handkerchie.
To me it mattered not a tittle, -
If those bright lips had quoted Locke, “First let me say my catechism
I might have thought they murmured Little Which my poor mother taught to me.” “Make haste ! make haste!” says guzzling Jimmy, Through sunny May, through sultry June, While Jack pulled out his snickersnee. | I loved her with a love eternal;
I spoke her praises to the moon, Billy went up to the main-top-gallant mast,
| I wrote them to the Sunday Journal. And down he fell on his bended knee,
My mother laughed ; I soon found out He scarce had come to the Twelfth Command. That ancient ladies have no feeling : ment
My father frowned ; but how should gout When up he jumps --- "There's land I see!
See any happiness in kneeling ? “Jerusalem and Madagascar
She was the daughter of a dean, — And North and South Amerikee,
Rich, fat, and rather apoplectic ; There's the British flag a riding at anchor,
She had one brother just thirteen, With Admiral Napier, K. C. B."
Whose color was extremely hectic ; So when they got aboard of the Admiral's,
Her grandmother for many a year He hanged fat Jack and flogged Jiminee,
Had fed the parish with her bounty ; But as for little Bill he made him
Her second cousin was a peer,
And lord-lieutenant of the county.
And mortgages, and great relations,
And India bonds, and tithes and rents,
0, what are they to love's sensations ?
Black eyes, fair forehead, clustering locks, -YEARS, years ago, ere yet my dreams
Such wealth, such honors Cupid chooses ; Had been of being wise or witty,
He cares as little for the stocks
As Baron Rothschild for the muses.
She sketched; the vale, the wood, the beacn, Were in my fowling-piece and filly ;
Grew lovelier from her pencil's shading . In short, while I was yet a boy,
She botanized ; I envied each I fell in love with Laura Lilly.
Young blossom in her boudoir fading :
WILLIAM MAKEPEACE THACKERAY.
She warbled Handel ; it was grand, —
She made the Catilina jealous :
For hours and hours to blow the bellows.
Charlotte was a married lady,
And a moral man was Werthor, And for all the wealth of Indies
Would do nothing for to hurt ber.
So he sighed and pined and ogled,
And his passion boiled and bubbled, Till he blew his silly brains out,
And no more was by it troubled.
She kept an album too, at home,
Well filled with all an album's glories, – Paintings of butterflies and Rome,
Patterns for trimmings, Persian stories, Soft songs to Julia's cockatoo,
Fierce odes to famine and to slaughter,
And recipes for elder-water.
Her steps were watched, her dress was noted ; Her poodle-dog was quite adored ;
Her sayings were extremely quoted.
As if the taxes were abolished ;
As if the opera were demolished.
Charlotte, having seen his body
Borne before her on a shutter,
WILLIAM MAKEPEACE THACKERAY,
She smiled on many just for fun,
I knew that there was nothing in it; I was the first, the only one,
Her heart had thought of for a minute. I knew it, for she told me so,
In phrase which was divinely moulded ; She wrote a charming hand, - and 0,
How sweetly all her notes were folded !
A LIFE'S LOVE.
Far years, divinely dim ;
Were evermore for him.
The latest thought I had,
To make my darling glad.
That other children wear ;
Was never aught but fair.
He knew no thought beyond ;
Was half so true and fond.
Our love was most like other loves, —
A little glow, a little shiver, A rosebud and a pair of gloves,
And “Fly Not Yet," upon the river ; Some jealousy of some one's heir,
Some hopes of dying broken-hearted ; A miniature, a lock of hair,
The usual vows, - and then we parted.
We parted : months and years rolled by ;
We met again four summers after. Our parting was all sob and sigh,
Our meeting was all mirth and laughter ! For in my heart's most secret cell
There had been many other lodgers ; And she was not the ball-room's belle, But only Mrs. - Something - Rogers !
WINTHROP MACKWORTH PRAED.
SORROWS OF WERTHER.
ON AN OLD MUFF. Time has a magic wand ! What is this meets my hand, Moth-eaten, mouldy, and
Covered with fluff, Faded and stiff and scant ! Can it be? no, it can't, Yes, - I declare 't is Aunt
Prudence's Muff !
WERTHER had a love for Charlotte
Such as words could never utter ; Would you know how first he met her ?
She was cutting bread and butter.