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. on my nose "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 He has not to shave, brush, tie cravat, But always ready dressed and trim, And sleek and smooth, sound wind and limb, Takes round the washboard and surbáse, 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; 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 Ethérial, heaven - sprung, heaven-returning spirits Despised, reviled, repúdiated riches. Walking from HEIDELBERG to FRANKENTHAL in the PALATINATE, Octob. 26, 1854. As my dóg and my cát At the parlour fire sát You shall not purr at mé." Says my cát, looking blué: "Sir, I don't purr at yoú, And I mean you no hárm; 'Twere a pity that wé Should just then least agreé When we 're móst snug and warm." Says my dóg: "Mistress Minn, I don't care one pín For your warm or your cóld; But this much I knów: If you keep purring só I'll to tówse you make bóld." Snarly Snáp growls attack; And jumps up on a chaír; If to touch her he dáre. She has four sets of cláws, And two eyes glaring fire; But the dog or the man That beforehand is wise Snarly Snáp makes a bounce, On his múzz gets a trounce That makes bleéd nose and eyes. Snarly Snáp turns his tail And to mé comes with wail And complaint against Mínn: “Nay, Snárly Snap, nảy; Those the piper must pay Who the dancing begin. "But you 've bóth trespassed só For I love to be just;" So I called for the broóm, Both belligerents thrúst. BRUCHSAL in BADEN, Octob. 16, 1854. |