Inclose me still for fear I START.
Be to me rather sharp and TART,
Than let me want Thy hand and ART.

When Thou dost greater judgments SPARE
And with Thy knife but prune and PARE,
E'en fruitful trees more fruitful ARE.

Such sharpness shows the sweetest FRIEND,
Such cuttings rather heal than REND,
And such beginnings touch their END.

THE RULE OF THE ROAD.

George Herbert.

The rule of the road, is a paradox quite
Both in riding and driving along;

If you go to the left you are sure to go right,
If you go to the right you go wrong:

But in walking the streets, 'tis a different

case,

To the right it is right you should bear, To the left should be left quite enough of free

space

For the persons you chance to meet there.

Punch.

THE ALTAR.

A Broken ALTAR, Lord, Thy servant rears,
Made of a heart and cemented with tears:

Whose parts are as Thy hand did frame;
Noworkman's tool hath touch'd the same.

That, if I chance to hold my peace, These stones to praise Thee may not cease. O let Thy blessed SACRIFICE be mine, And sanctify this ALTAR to be Thine. George Herbert.

PRINTER'S DEVILS.

Old Lucifer, both kind and civil,
To every printer lends a devil;
But balancing accounts each winter,

For every devil takes a printer.

A CORONER'S INQUEST.

Great Bulwer's works fell on Miss Basbleus' head,

And in a moment, lo! the maid was dead!
A jury sat, and found the verdict plain—
"She died of milk and water on the brain."

Punch.

HOW TO WRITE A BIOGRAPHY. Take your facts from the last man ;-let no theft appal ye;

Then, take thought from Carlyle, and take style from Macaulay;

Throw in plenty of "sympathy,"-rubbing your eyes about

Men whom, if living, you'd snub and tell lies about, Pass the words to the critics, and fling your pen

down,

And your bran-new biography's out on the town. Hannay.

PRINTERS' KISSES.

Print on my lip another kiss,

The picture of thy glowing passion;
Nay, this won't do-nor this-nor this—
But now-Ay, that's a proof impression!

ON READING THE ABOVE.

But yet, methinks, it might be mended-
Oh yes, I see it in those eyes;

Our lips again together blended,
Will make th' impression a REVISE.

Mrs Caddick.

ON A READY WRITER.

Jem writes his verses with more speed
Than the printer's boy can set 'em,
Quite as fast as we can read,

And only not so fast as we forget 'em.

A RADICAL Reformer.

Tomkins will clear the land, they say,
From every foul abuse:

So chimneys, in the olden day,

Were cleansed by a goose.

Hannay.

HOW TO BE HAPPY.

For every evil under the sun

There is a remedy, or there's none;
If there is one, try and find it,

If there's not, then never mind it.

ON A MAN HANGED AT NEWGATE.

One morn two friends before the Newgate drop, To see a culprit throttled chanced to stop : "Alas!" cried one, as raised in air he spun, "That miserable wretch's race is run." "True," said the other dryly, "to his cost The race is run-but by a neck 'tis lost."

MARRIAGES IN HEAVEN.

Said Celia to a reverend Dean,

"What reason can be given,

Since marriage is a holy thing,
That they have none in heaven?"

They have," says he, "

Punch.

no women there."

She quick returns the jest:

"Women there are, but I'm afraid

They cannot find a priest."

Dean Swift.