Naughty Puss.

O, naughty puss! go far from me,

Go

Or I shall catch another flea :

For nurse declares, and 'tis no jest,
That vermin often cats infest.

When I was a Bachelor.

HEN I was a bachelor-a poor, unlucky elf—

WH

All my strings and buttons I just stitched on for myself, Till my landlady and her small fry they led me such a life,

I was forced to go to London to bring me back a wife.

When the roads were all so slippery from frost and trodden snow,
My wife her head discovered where she just had placed her toe;
And was so shook her very look did all my feelings harrow :

'Twas vain to talk, she could not walk, so was wheeled home in a barrow.

For a boy who can purloin what isn't his own,

Should first be well whipped and then sent to prison.

TIPE

You I found in bed with your coat and breeches on;

One boot off, and the other boot half on.

This comes of tippling, bad man John!

The Little Sour Old Maid.

HERE was a little man, and he loved a little maid,

THE

But she had a little temper, of which he was afraid ; For she hurried him, and scurried him, whenever they went out, And flurried him, and worried him, and kept him still in doubt, That he almost lost his senses through this wicked little maid:

For she never pleased him, but ever teased him,

Though she loved him as her life;

Till, lo! he departed, and left her broken-hearted.

She ne'er became his wife;

But single lived, and single died, a little sour old maid.

MORAL.

Now had she but had wisdom, her little tongue had tarried,
And cherished up its sweetness until she had got married.

The Little Man and Gun.

HERE was a little man, and he had a little gun,

THE

A comical old fellow and very full of fun;

He composed his own gunpowder, cast his bullets out of lead, Aimed at the wig of Johnny Sprig, and knocked it off his head, And declares 'twas for a wager when he boasts of what befel, Saying, 'Am I not as good a shot as famous William Tell?'

Taffy the Welshman.

AFFY was a Welshman, Taffy was a thief;

TA

Taffy came to my house and stole a joint of beef.

I went to Taffy's house, Taffy was from home,

I searched but found nought of the beef except the marrow-bone.

Taffy came to my house, and asked for beer and bread;

I raised a stick-'twas rather thick-and broke the Welshman's head.

Taffy at my house has lain two fortnights and a day;

And though dead beat, how he does eat!-his doctor I must pay.

MORAL.

Revenge is sweet-yea, quite a treat-when we're by passion tost; But rage, I've found, will oft rebound; as I found to my cost.

I

A Bed.

MADE long ago, yet made to-day;

There now I lie, though, truth to say,
To part with you, old friend, I'd weep,
Though you I do not care to keep.
Like doctors' stuff, you're best when taken
After that you have been well shaken.

Sing, Sing!

ING, sing! what shall I sing?

SING

Our cat has got hung in the pudding-bag string. Her teeth and her claws had abstracted some meat,

And now for the theft her life pays the forfeit.

And in her black petticoat burnt a great hole;

Pussy-cat Mew shall have no more milk
Till her best petticoat's mended with silk.
Pussy-cat Mew, she has tried and has tried,
But the only result is a stitch in her side.