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Week after week, till by weekly succession,
In six months his acquaintance began much to doubt him;
Why this passion ? In that excellent bed died three people of fashion. Why so crusty, good sir ?”—“ Zounds!" cried Will in a taking, “Who would not be crusty, with half a year's baking ?" “Will paid for his rooms :"-cried the host with a sneer, “Well, I see you've been going away half a year.” "Friend, we can't well agree ;-yet no quarrel,"—Will said: “ But I'd rather not perish, while you
THE RICH MAN AND THE POOR MAN.- -Khemnitzer.
So goes the world; if wealthy, you may call
Though you are worthless-witless-never mind it;
You may have been a stable-boy—what then? 'Tis wealth, good sir, makes honorable men.
You seek respect, no doubt, and you will find it. But if you're poor, heaven help you! though your sire
Had royal blood within him, and though you
Possess the intellect of angels too 'Tis all in vain ;-the world will ne'er inquire On such a score :- Why should it take the pains ? 'Tis easier to weigh purses, sure, than brains.
I once saw a poor fellow, keen and clever, Witty and wise :-he paid a man a visit,
And no one noticed him, and no one ever Gave him a welcome. “Strange,” cried I,“ whence is it!"
He walked on this side, then on that,
He tried to introduce a social chat;
A rich man burst the door,
As Cresus rich, I'm sure
What a confusion !-all stand up erect-
These bow in honest duty and respect;
The poor man hung his head,
And to himself he said, “This is indeed beyond my comprehension :"
Then looking round,
One friendly face he found,
To wi lom ?”—“That's a silly question, friend !"
A man may lend his store
Of gold or silver ore,
PETITION OF YOUNG LADIES.-Anonymous.
Addressed to Dr. Moyce, late lecturer on the Philosophy of Natural History.
Dear doctor let it not transpire,
Then leave us to ourselves with these ;
19. THE ANT AND THE BUTTERFLY.-Anonymous. A butterfly gay, in the month of July,
When flowerets were in their full bloom, Was plying his wings 'neath a beautiful sky,
In search of the richest perfume.
On a sand-bank to bask in the su,
And the following confab begun.
Why toil on this beautiful day;
And thy moments glide gaily away.
And riot in garden and grove ;
Where fancy directs me to rove.
The hues of the rainbow are mine;
And my looks, how much better than thine!
And throw thy huge burden away;
And thus we shall get through the day.”
Viewed the butterfly's gaudy attire; Next paused, shrugged his shoulders, then made this reply,
“Suppose you should fall in the mireMethinks you would tumble and flutter about,
And wish yourself safe in my hut;
What a notable figure you'd cut!
But that's a misfortune you never may meet,
Yet tempest and storm will arrive ;
They're gone, and you cannot survive.
And to store it industrious am I;
Time's precious—I wish you good-by."
The baubles of earth while they've breath;
Nor prepare for the winter of death.
Improving each hour that is given ;
And a mansion awaits them in heaven.
20. LOGIC.-- Anonymous.
An Eton stripling-training for the law,
gown and stores of learned pelf, With all the deathless bards of Greece and Rome, To spend a fortnight at his uncle's home. Returned, and passed the usual how-d'ye-does, Inquiries of old friends, and college news; “Well, Tom, the road; what saw you worth discerning ? How's all at college, Tom: what is’t you're learning ?” “Learning ?-Oh, logic, logic; not the shallow rules Of Lockes and Bacons, antiquated fools ! But wits' and wranglers' logic; for d'ye see I'll prove as clear as A, B, C, That an eel-pie's a pigeon; to deny it, Is to say black's not black;"_" Come let's try it ?” “Well, sir; an eel-pie is a pie of fish:” “Agreed.”
Fish-pie may be a jack-pie :”—“Well, well, proceed." "A jack-pie is a John-pie—and 'tis done! For every John-pie must be a pie-John." (pigeon.) *** Bravo! Bravo!” Sir Peter cries,“ Logic for ever! This beats my grandmother,—and she was clever. But now I think on't, 'twould be mighty hard If merit such as thine mei no reward :