Pick up the pieces! Let me wipe my eyes! To do it with, for I have lost How came I here ?-what am I riding on? Who are my fellow-passengers? Ah, ha! I recognize them now! The Coach The Box The Driver And the Cad I'm on the Dilly, and the Dilly Is on the road again And now I see That finger-post! "To Oxford Fifty-two miles." And, hark! a chorus! From all the joyous load, Driver and cad, and all! "We go," they sing— TO OXFORD TO BE DOCTORED." To be Doctored? Then, wherefore Are ye so cheerful? I was not cheerful in my early days- When, after inglutition Of too much Christmas pudding, Or Twelfth cake saccharine, I went, as we go now, To be Doctored! Salts! Senna and Rhubarb!! Jalap and Ipecacuanha!!! And Antimonial Wine!!!! "Worm! IDIOT!! DONKEY! ! !" Said the free-spoken Muse "With them thou goest to be doctored, too, Not in medicine-but in Law All these-and thou Are going to be made HONORARY LL.D.s! Behold! And know thy company Be thou familiar with them, But by no means vulgar For familiarity breeds contempt; To his valét-de-chambre! So ponder and perpend." DERBY! The wise, the meek, the chivalrous Mirror of knightly graces And daily dodges; Who always says the right things At the right time, And never forgets himself as others Nor changes his side Nor his opinion A STANLEY to the core, as ready Of Marmion, By SIR WALTER SCOTT! DIZZY! Dark-supple-subtle With mind lithe as the limbs Of ISHMAEL's sons, his swart progenitors— With tongue sharp as the spear That o'er Sahara Flings the blue shadow Of the crown of ostrich feathers As described so graphically By LAYARD, in his recent book With tongue as sharp As aspic's tooth of NILUS, That led thee-Worm Thee, that art merely a writer And a barrister, Although a man of elegant acquirements, A gentleman and a scholar- Into such high society, And REAL NOBS! Behold! ten live LORDS! and lo! no end Of Ex-Cabinet Ministers! Oh! happy, happy, happy, Oh, happy SAM! Say, is n't this worth, at the least "Ten Thousand a Year!" And these are all, to day at least— Thy fellows! Going to be made LL.D.s, even as thyself And thou shalt walk in silk attire, And hob and nob with all the mighty of the earth; And lunch in Hall In Hall! Where lunched before thee, But on inferior grub, That first great SAM- SAM JOHNSON ! And LAUD, and ROGER BACON, And CRANMER, LATIMER, And RIDLEY, And CYRIL JACKSON-and a host besides, Whom at my leisure I will look up In WOOD'S "Athence Oxonienses !" Only to think! HOW BLACKWOOD Is honored! ALISON! AYTOUN!! BULWER!!! And last, not least The great SAM GANDERAM!!!! Oh EBONY! Oh MAGA! And oh Our noble selves! "A BOOK IN A BUSTLE." A TRUE TALE OF THE WARWICK ASSIZES. BY THE GHOST OF CRABBE. PUNCH. THE partial power that to the female race Is charged to apportion gifts of form and grace, Artful device! whose imitative pad A grace rotund, a line of ampler flow, Than flesh and blood thought fit to clothe it with below! There dwelt in Liverpool a worthy dame, Who had a friend-JAMES TAYLOR was his name. He dealt in glass, and drove a thriving trade And still saved up the profits that he made, |