That I can't get one word out of her let me teaze her as I may And if it did I doubt me much 'twere long ere we 'd agree. "Dear Sir, has anything happened or do you anything know?" "Not I indeed, my good friend, or I'd have told you long ago; But this much I can tell you and I doubt not but it 's true, And remember what I say now 's strictly between me and you: This building here 's the Vatican, this city is called Rome And mum about his Holiness until we both get home." Walking from WORMS to KREUZNACH in RHENISH PRUSSIA, Oct. 27-28, 1854. I WISH I wére that little mouse Sniffs the air and looks about Oút on the carpet canters he He has not to shave, brush, tie cravat, But always ready dressed and trim, 'And sleek and smooth, sound wind and limb, From door to window, many a race Dropped on the crumbcloth while at tea, A minute or two, then scampers out, So happy moúsey sports away When through the window-shutter chinks And milk-pail clink at the hall door Announces man's return to toil, Fresh cáre and sorrow, cark and coil, Ánd that anón into the room Will burst with sweeping-brush and broom Dówdy Lisetta, half awake, Her fússy morning round to take, Dust táble, sófa, sideboard, chair; Throw up the sash to let in air, Ah! moúsey, if you 'd change with me How happy in your place I'd be! Walking from BRUCHSAL to HEIDELBERG, and at HEIDELBERG; Octob. 17 and 24, 1854. To the key of my strong box. THREE things thou testifiest, careful key: Ethérial, heáven-sprung, heáven-returning spirits Despised, reviled, repúdiated riches. Walking from Heidelberg to FraNKENTHAL in the PALATINATE, Octob. 26, 1851. As my dog and my cát At the parlour fire sát One cold night after teá, Says my dog to my cát: "By this and by that You shall not purr at mé." Says my cát, looking blué: "Sir, I don't purr at you, And I mean you no hárm; 'Twere a pity that wé Should just thén least agreé When we 're móst snug and warm." She has four sets of cláws, But the dog or the mán That beforehand is wise Snarly Snáp makes a boúnce, On his múzz gets a troúnce That makes bleéd nose and eyes. Snarly Snáp turns his tail And to mé comes with wail And complaint against Mínn: “Nay, Snárly Snap, náy; Those the píper must pay Who the dancing begin. "But you 've bóth trespassed só For I love to be júst;" So I called for the broom, Both belligerents thrúst. BRUCHSAL in BADEN, Octob. 16, 1854. |