WILL AND THOUGHT. SIR Will once on a time, being in need, Called loúd to Thought:-"Good Thought, I pray come hither." When Thought nor came nor answered, Will repeated Loúder the call: "Good Thought, I say come hither." Come, cóme, I say." Still Thought nor stirred nor answered:"Thén as I see fair words are of no use Cóme, I command you; come this instant, slave." His own case pleaded: "I am not Will's servant, And never was; if Will says otherwise, Lét him produce his witnesses to prove it." So Will called witness Popular Misconception, Who swóre in plain, round terms that Thought was then, And from all time had been, Will's bounden servant. But the Judge frowning said: "The evidence Is bád in law, being but of opinion; Remove the witness if she cannot prove Either a contract or some act of service." The Judge declared the plaintiff was nonsuited, In that same court which judged today so soundly." Again in coúrt sat the cross case to try: Thought versus Will; and thus swore Thought's first witness, A leárned Doctor grave, hight Metaphysics, With small, bright eyes, white beard, and furrowed cheeks:"Well known to me from earliest youth, my lord, Both plaintiff and defendant in this action, To see them in their mutual relation Of sláve and master dealing with each other, Will act except at the command of Thought; And so well used am I to see Will acting Álways in consequence of Thought's command Bút in a court of justice the opinion. Éven of wise Metaphysics has no weight. Go down." "My Lord," then thus said the defendant: "This Métaphysics is my ancient foe, His évidence the outpourings of a malice And when the Judge would nót, but with loud voice. And to his rightful lord delivered over, Aróse such uproar that the Judge his safety Walking from AzoLo to MESTRE near VENICE, Aug. 5-6, 1854. PASKEWITSCH. PRINCE Páskewitsch to Turkey went But júst as he arrived before Néver let schoolboy such a roar Out of his moúth, at the first sore As Páskewitsch, when trundling slow And in the lurch Left lying there his haversack And boót pulled off without a jack And the Greek church. Walking from SCHÖNAU to LICHTENSTEIN (SAXONY), June 19, 1854. RESTLESS as billows of the sea And agile be thy feet, Nor from the right retreat. Walking from ARCO to TENNO in the Italian TYROL, Aug. 24, 1854. TRUE FRIENDS. POET. NEVER tell me there's no such thing as friends, To have had some five and twenty, more or less. Aye, to be sure; friends of the summer day, POET. Nó; sterling friends that ever ready were Thou 'st never seen a better parapluie. Walking from HAAG to HAINBACH near AMBERG (BAVARIA), June 25, 1854. TICK TICK TICK. SOMETIMES it 's slow, sometimes it 's quick, But still the clock goes tick tick tick; And tick tick tick from morn to night 1854. Goes still the heart, be it sad or light; But sad or light and slow or quick, Both soón shall cease their tick tick tick. TAUERNHAUS, FEHRLEITEN, at the foot of the GROSSGLOCKNER, July 15, |