At home, she must all habits check that disparage, THE TINKER AND GLAZIER. WILLIAM HARRISON. William Harrison died in 1712. He was a great friend of Dean Swift's, and associated with Steele in the editorship of the Tatler. Several of his poetical pieces appeared in Dodsley's and Nichol's Collections. Two thirsty souls met on a sultry day, One Glazier Dick, the other Tom the Tinker; Both with light purses, but with spirits gay; And hard it were to name the sturdiest drinker. And, as they swigg'd the nappy, They both agreed, 'tis said, That trade was wond'rous dead. They joked, sung, laugh'd, And were completely happy. The Landlord's eye, bright as his sparkling ale, Had this blithe ending- Bring us t'other mug.' Now Dick the Glazier feels his bosom burn, The kettle, gaily singing on the fire, Gives Dick a hint, just to his heart's desire : 6 As Trade's success!' he drinks, Nor doubts the wish'd success Tom will obtain. And drank-'Success to trade !' But, oh how pleasure vanish'd from his eye, Soon as he saw the kettle's bottom fly, Solder the only fluid he could view ! He raved, he caper'd, and he swore, And cursed the kettle's body o'er and o'er. 'Come! come!' says Dick, 'fetch us, my friend, more ale; All trades, you know, must live : Let's drink-" May trade with none of us, e'er fail !" The job to Tom, then, give; And, for the ale he drinks, our lad of mettle, Take my word for it, soon will mend your kettle.' The Landlord yields; but hopes 'tis no offence, Tom undertakes the job; to work he goes ; Each might be fairly call'd a loving brother; But not a word he said. The plot was in his head, And off he nimbly trips. Swift to the neighb'ring church his way he takes ; Misses his mark, But every pane of glass he quickly breaks. His bosom glows, To think how great will be his friend Dick's joy, And to Dick's ear his mouth applied, Thus briefly states the case : 'Dick? I may give you joy, you're a made man; I've done your business most complete, my friend : I'm off!-the devil may catch me, if he can. Each window of the church you've got to mend ; Ingratitude's worst curse my head befall, If, for your sake, I have not broke them all!' Tom with surprise sees Dick turn pale, Then drops his under jaw, And all his powers of utt'rance fail : And bursting eye-balls, Tom can trace; Dick's unknown smart, And two such phizzes ne'er met mortal view. 'You have, indeed, my business done! For let me act the best I can, Tom! Tom! I am a ruin'd man. Zounds! zounds! this piece of friendship costs me dear, I always mend church windows—by the year! THE PIOUS EDITOR'S CREED. The Biglow Papers, by James Russell Lowell, is well known as one of the most racy and pungent volumes of humorous and satirical verse which has emanated from the press of America. The Pious Editor's Creed is, says the editor of the English edition, an exquisite piece of satire levelled at the swarms of noisy editors in the United States, who seek political preferment in the great quadrennial scrambles.' Professor Lowell was born at Boston in 1819, and he fills the chair of Belles-Lettres in Harvard University. As a poet and humorist, he occupies a high position in America and Great Britain. I DU believe in Freedom's cause, I love to see her stick her claws To dror resolves an' triggers,- Thet don't agree with niggers. I du believe the people want Fer I hev loved my country sence My eye-teeth fill'd their sockets, Partic❜larly his pockets I du believe in any plan Ez long ez, like a lumberman, I I git jest wut I axes : go free-trade thru thick an' thin, Because it kind o' rouses The folks to vote,―an' keeps us in Our quiet custom-houses E |