Pussy touched him, and bidding him hasten away,
Cried, 'The plans I have formed will allow no delay,
As we travel I them must relate.'

But she scarcely told half ere they came to the water;
He is ordered to swim and he don't like to thwart her,
So he dives, though her scheme little knows,

But satisfied soon he himself would adorn,

When he finds to his horror a fresh cause to mourn,
For there's some one has stolen his clothes.
Puss has left him a carriage to hail on the road,
He is now quite a mile too from any abode,

And he feels at a loss what to do.

But his friend (who has hidden his clothes, by-the-by),
To the King and his daughter has uttered a cry,

'That the Marquis of Carrebas' drowning! All his clothes have been stolen, I think by some tramp, And he in the water has now got the cramp.'

Ah! she's set the good monarch a frowning.
'I have got a dress-suit here, go, run to his side,
And beg he will favour us homeward to ride
In our carriage: I see he has landed.'

The Marquis of Carrebas, you may suppose,
Takes a hint from Miss Pussy as well as the clothes,
And the Princess to her seat is handed.

The Marquis looks fine in his gay courtly dress,
And the King and the lady his beauty confess,
As they drive to the late Ogre's hall.

Pussy runs on before and bids every one hail
Their master, the Marquis (all swallow her tale),
So he's welcomed by great and by small.

Arrived at the castle all things are prepared,

And the King and his daughter with much pleasure shared In the sumptuous repast there provided.

And ere many months, if the truth must be told,

The Marquis, so mighty in riches, made bold,

And his love to the Monarch confided.

Who his daughter bestowed on the youth with much pleasure,
Having heard of the nobleman's vast heaps of treasure,
Of the lands which he claimed as his own.

Then Miss Pussy of course as a bridemaid appears,
And receives at the wedding full share of the cheers,
Though but half of her prowess is known.

But in less than a month she got married herself
To a fine palace cat, they say rolling in wealth,
Who she taught on his hind legs to walk.

It was no fault of hers he was weak at a chat,
'It is you, love,' he said, 'who so well can do that;'
So the lady she does all the talk.

Rain, Rain!

RAIN! cruel rain! to sky fly again,

Your visit to earth brings me sorrow and pain.

For it's ever your way, when I wish to be gay,
To cast a wet blanket on my holiday.

THI

Who was up with the lark at the first streak of dawn;

Who kept the cock who crowed in the morn

Who to keep the peace has this day been sworn;

For he waked the priest all shaven and shorn,

Who went on an errand he ne'er should have gone

To marry a man all tattered and torn,

Who must beg for his bread, and will ev'rything pawn ;

That kissed the maiden all forlorn,

Who wished in her heart she had never been born;

That milked the cow with the crumpled horn,

That has strayed from the meadow to feed on the lawn;

That tossed the dog right into a bog,

That worried the cat-and got spit at for that—
That killed the rat, who had grown really fat,

That ate the malt, and thought it no fault,

That lay in the house that Jack built.

I

The Little Bird.

ONCE saw a little bird come hop, hop, hop.

And I cried, 'Little bird, won't you stop, stop, stop?'

But he bowed his little head as if to bid adieu,

And shook his little tail, and far away he flew.
Oh! naughty little bird, not to stop, stop, stop,
When I salt upon your tail would pop, pop, pop.

The Donkey Ride.

COME, saddle the donkey for Johnny to ride,

COM

And strap on a pannier on this and that side. Place the pussy in this and his doggy in t'other, And Jack he shall ride out to see his grandmother.

IF

I never would cry, 'Old chairs to mend !'

But would lie on a sofa, and smoke a short pipe, And dine, like the queen, upon onions and tripe.