Her poodle dog was quite adored,
Her sayings were extremely quoted.
She laugh'd, and every heart was glad,
As if the taxes were abolish'd;
She frown'd, and every look was sad,
As if the opera were demolishd.

She smil'd on many just for fun-
I knew that there was nothing in it;
I was the first the only one

Her heart thought of for a minute;
I knew it, for she told me so,

In phrase which was divinely molded;
She wrote a charming hand, and oh!
How sweetly all her notes were folded!

Our love was like most other loves-
A little glow, a little shiver;

A rosebud and a pair of gloves,

And "Fly Not Yet," upon the river; Some jealousy of some one's heir,

Some hopes of dying broken-hearted, A miniature, a lock of hair,

The usual vows-and then we parted.

We parted-months and years roll'd by ;
We met again for summers after;
Our parting was all sob and sigh--

Our meeting was all mirth and laughter;
For in my heart's most secret cell,

There had been many other lodgers; And she was not the ball-room belle, But only Mrs. Something-Rogers.

SORROWS OF WERTHER.

W. MAKEPEACE THACKERAY.

WERTHER had a love for Charlotte

Such as words could never utter;
Would you know how first he met her?
She was cutting bread and butter.

Charlotte was a married lady,
And a moral man was Werther,
And for all the wealth of Indies,

Would do nothing for to hurt her.

So he sighed and pined and ogled,
And his passion boiled and bubbled,
Till he blew his silly brains out,

And no more was by it troubled.

Charlotte, having seen his body
Borne before her on a shutter,

Like a well-conducted person,

Went on cutting bread and butter.

THE YANKEE VOLUNTEERS.

W. MAKEPEACE THACKERAY.

["A surgeon of the United States army says, that on inquiring of the Captain of his company, he found that nine tenths of the men had enlisted on account of some female difficulty."]-Morning Paper.

YE Yankee volunteers!

It makes my bosom bleed
When I your story read,

Though oft 'tis told one.
So-in both hemispheres
The woman are untrue,
And cruel in the New,
As in the Old one!

What-in this company
Of sixty sons of Mars,

Who march 'neath Stripes and Stars,

With fife and horn,

Nine tenths of all we see

Along the warlike line

Had but one cause to join

This Hope Folorn?

Deserters from the realm Where tyrant Venus reigns, You slipped her wicked chains, Fled and out-ran her.

And now, with sword and helm, Together banded are

Beneath the Stripe and Starembroidered banner!

And so it is with all

The warriors ranged in line,
With lace bedizened fine

And swords gold-hilted—

Yon lusty corporal,

Yon color-man who gripes
The flag of Stars and Stripes-
Has each been jilted?

Come, each man of this line,
The privates strong and tall,
"The pioneers and all,”
The fifer nimble-
Lieutenant and Ensign,
Captain with epaulets,
And Blacky there, who beats
The clanging cymbal-

O cymbal-beating black,
Tell us, as thou canst feel,
Was it some Lucy Neal
Who caused thy ruin?

O nimble fifing Jack,
And drummer making din
So deftly on the skin,

With thy rat-tattooing.

Confess, ye volunteers,
Lieutenant and Ensign,
And Captain of the line,

As bold as Roman

FAIREST of earth! if thou wilt hear my vow,
Lo! at thy feet I swear to love thee ever;
And by this kiss upon thy radiant brow,

Promise affection which no time shall sever;
And love which e'er shall burn as bright as now,
To be extinguished-never, dearest, never!
Wilt thou that naughty, fluttering heart resign?
CATHERINE! my own sweet Kate! wilt thou be mine?

Thou shalt have pearls to deck thy raven hair-
Thou shalt have all this world of ours can bring;
And we will live in solitude, nor care

For aught save for each other. We will fling
Away all sorrow-Eden shall be there!

And thou shalt be my queen, and I thy king!
Still coy, and still reluctant? Sweetheart say,
When shall we monarchs be? and which the day?

CANTO THE SECOND.

MATRIMONY.

Now MRS. PRINGLE, once for all, I say
I will not such extravagance allow!
Bills upon bills, and larger every day,
Enough to drive a man to drink, I vow!
Bonnets, gloves, frippery and trash-nay, nay,
Tears, MRS. PRINGLE, will not gull me now-
I say I won't allow ten pounds a week;
I can't afford it; madam, do not speak!

In wedding you I thought I had a treasure;
I find myself most miserably mistaken!

You rise at ten, then spend the day in pleasure;-
In fact, my confidence is slightly shaken.

Ha! what's that uproar? This, ma'am, is my leisure;
Sufficient noise the slumbering dead to waken!

I seek retirement, and I find—a riot ;

Confound those children, but I'll make them quiet!

CONCERNING SISTERS-IN-LAW.

I.

PUNCH.

THEY looked so alike as they sat at their work,

(What a pity it is that one is n't a Turk!)

The same glances and smiles, the same habits and arts,

The same tastes, the same frocks, and (no doubt) the same hearts.