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You 'll sot, you 'll bet; and, being green,
At all that's right you 'll joke; Your life will be a constant scene
Of billiards and of smoke.
With bad companions you 'll consort,
With creatures vile and base, Who'll rob you; yours will be, in short.
The puppy's common case.
But oh, my sonl although you must
Through this ordeal pass,
A wholly senseless ass.
Of course at prudence you will sneer,
On that theme I won't harp;
But be a little sharp.
All rascally associates shun
To bid you were too much,
Beware one kind of such.
It asks no penetrative mind
To know these fellows: when You meet them, you, unless you're blind,
At once discern the men.
The turgid lip, the piggish eye,
The nose in form of hook,
The vulgar flashy look.
Spend every sixpence, if you please,
But do not, I implore,
Live at a foolish wicked rate,
My hopeful, if you choose,
Through bill-discounting Jews
SELLING OFF AT THE OPERA HOUSE
A POETICAL CATALOGUE.
Lot One, The well-known village, with bridge, and church, and
green, Of half a score divertissements the well-remembered scene, Including six substantial planks, forming the eight-inch ridge On which the happy peasantry 'came dancing down the bridge. Lot Two, A Sheet of Thunder. Lot Three, A Box of Peas Employed in sending storms of hail to rattle through the trees. Lot Four, A Canvas Mossy Bank for Cupids to repose. Lot Five, The old Stage Watering-pot, complete_except the nose. Lot Six, The favorite Water-mill, used for Amina's dream, Complete, with practicable wheel, and painted canvas stream. Lots Seven to Twelve, Some sundries- A Pair of Sylphide's
Wings; Three dozen Druid's Dresses (one of them wanting string"). Lots Thirteen, Fourteen, Fifteen-Three Services of Plate In real papier mâché-all in a decent state; One of these services includes—its value to increaseA full dessert, each plate of fruit forming a single piece. Lot Seventeen, The Gilded Cup, from which Genarro quafled, 'Mid loud applause, night after night, Lucrezia's poisoned dranght. Lots Eighteen, Nineteen, Twenty, Three rich White Satin Skirts. Lot Twenty-one, A set of six Swiss Peasants’ Cotton Shirts. Lot Twenty-two, The sheet that backed Masanieilo's tent. Lot Twenty-three, The Long White Wig—in wool-of Bide the
Bent. Lots Twenty-three to Forty, The Fish-Soles, Cod, and DaceFor pelting the Vice-regal Guard in Naples' Market-place. Lot Forty-one, Vesuvius, rather the worse for wear. Lots Forty-two to Fifty, Priests' Leggings—at per pair. Lot Fifty-one, The well-known Throne, with canopy and seat, And plank in front, for courtiers to kneel at Sovereigns' feet.
Lot Fifty-two, A Royal Robe of Flannel, nearly white,
Tower. Hundred and four, A Fountain. Hundred and five, Some Rocks. Hundred and six, The Hood that hides the Prompter in his box.
WONDERS OF THE VICTORIAN AGE.
OUR gracious Queen--long may she fill her throne-
In our young days we little thought to see
That British Royalty would ever share
This great event of course could not take place
TO THE PORTRAIT OF “A GENTLEMAN,"
IN THE ATIEN ÆUM GALLERY.
OLIVER WENDELL HOLMES.
A warm and loving heart;
Poor devil as thou art.
That thing, thou fondly deem'st a nose,
Unsightly though it be, -
It may be much to thee.
Those eyes,-among thine elder friends
Perhaps they pass for blue;-
What more have eyes to do?
Thy mouth-that fissure in thy face
By something like a chin,May be a very useful place
To put thy victual in.
I know thou hast a wife at home,
I know thou hast a child,
Upon thy features mild.
That wife sits fearless by thy side,
That cherub on thy knee; They do not shudder at thy looks,
They do not shrink from thee.
Above thy mantel is a hook,
A portrait once was there; It was thine only ornament, —
Alas! that hook is bare.
She begged thee not to let it go,
She begged thee all in vain : She wept,—and breathed a trembling prayer
To meet it safe again.
It was a bitter sight to see
That picture torn away;
What all her friends would say!
And often in her calmer hours,
And in her happy dreams, Upon its long-deserted hook
The absent portrait seems.
Thy wretched infant turns his head
In melancholy wise,
Of those unbending eyes.