-Is the breakfast-hour past? They must wait, they must wait, While the coffee boils sullenly down, While the Johnny-cake burns on the grate, on the grate, And the toast is done frightfully brown. -Yes, your dinner will keep; let it cool, let it cool, And Madam may worry and fret, And children half-starved go to school, go to school; He can't think of sparing you yet. -Hark! the bell for the train! "Come along! Come along! For there is n't a second to lose." "ALL ABOARD!" (He holds on.) "Fsht! dingdong! Fsht! ding-dong !"— You can follow on foot, if you choose. - There's a maid with a cheek like a peach, like a peach, - That is waiting for you in the church; But he clings to your side like a leech, like a leech, And you leave your lost bride in the lurch. - There's a babe in a fit,-hurry quick! hurry quick! To the doctor's as fast as you can! The baby is off, while you stick, while you stick, In the grip of the dreadful Old Man! I have looked on the face of the Bore, of the Bore; The voice of the Simple I know; I have welcomed the Flat at my door, at my door; I have sat by the side of the Slow; I have walked like a lamb by the friend, by the friend, That stuck to my skirts like a bur; I have borne the stale talk without end, without end, Of the sitter whom nothing could stir: But my hamstrings grow loose, and I shake, and I shake, At the sight of the dreadful Old Man; Yea, I quiver and quake, and take, and I take, To my legs with what vigor I can! O the dreadful Old Man of the Sea, of the Sea! - ODE FOR A SOCIAL MEETING. WITH SLIGHT ALTERATIONS BY A TEETOTALER. OME! fill a fresh bumper,- for why should we go logwood While the neetar still reddens our cups as they flow decoction Pour out the rich juices still bright with the sun, dye-stuff Till o'er the brimmed crystal the rubies shall run. half-ripened apples The purple globed clusters their life-dews have bled; taste sugar of lead How sweet is the breath of the fragrance they shed! rank poisons wines!!! For summer's last roses lie hid in the wines stable-boys smoking long-nines That were garnered by maidens who laughed thro' the vines. howl scoff sneer Then a smile, and a glass, and a toast, and a cheer, Down, down with the tyrant that masters us all! Long live the gay servant that laughs for us all! THE DEACON'S MASTERPIECE : OR THE WONDERFUL "ONE-HOSS SHAY." A LOGICAL STORY. JAVE you heard of the wonderful one- That was built in such a logical way And then, of a sudden, it ah, but stay, Frightening people out of their wits, Have you ever heard of that, I say? Seventeen hundred and fifty-five. Georgius Secundus was then alive, - It was on the terrible Earthquake-day Now in building of chaises, I tell you what, But the Deacon swore, (as Deacons do, With an " 99 I dew vum, or an "I tell yeou,") He would build one shay to beat the taown 'n' the keounty 'n' all the kentry raoun'; It should be so built that it couldn' break daown: Fur," said the Deacon, "'t 's mighty plain Thut the weakes' place mus' stan' the strain; 'n' the way t' fix it, uz I maintain, 166 Is only jest T' make that place uz strong uz the rest." So the Deacon inquired of the village folk That was for spokes and floor and sills; He sent for lancewood to make the thills; The crossbars were ash, from the straightest trees; Do! I tell you, I rather guess She was a wonder, and nothing less! Children and grandchildren · where were they? EIGHTEEN HUNDRED; —it came and found |