Her poodle dog was quite adored, She smil'd on many just for fun- Her heart thought of for a minute; In phrase which was divinely molded; Our love was like most other loves- 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 ; Our meeting was all mirth and laughter; 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; Charlotte was a married lady, Would do nothing for to hurt her. So he sighed and pined and ogled, And no more was by it troubled. Charlotte, having seen his body 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 Though oft 'tis told one. What-in this company 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, And swords gold-hilted— Yon lusty corporal, Yon color-man who gripes Come, each man of this line, O cymbal-beating black, O nimble fifing Jack, With thy rat-tattooing. Confess, ye volunteers, As bold as Roman FAIREST of earth! if thou wilt hear my vow, Promise affection which no time shall sever; Thou shalt have pearls to deck thy raven hair- For aught save for each other. We will fling And thou shalt be my queen, and I thy king! CANTO THE SECOND. MATRIMONY. Now MRS. PRINGLE, once for all, I say In wedding you I thought I had a treasure; You rise at ten, then spend the day in pleasure;- Ha! what's that uproar? This, ma'am, is my leisure; 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. |