“Oh ! please, sir, mother gave me four, But they were in a pie !" "If that's the case," I stammer'd out, I wonder'd hugely what she meant, "Now, if you don't reform," said I, That little idiot makes reply, "I ain't had more nor seven." POSTSCRIPT. To borrow WORDSWORTH's name was wrong, Or slightly misapplied; And so I'd better call my song, "Lines after ACHE-INSIDE.” SEE-SAW. ICKNESS and Health have been playing a game with me, Tossing me up, like a ball, to and fro. Pleasure and Pain did exactly the same with me, Treating me merely like something to throw. Joy took me up to the clouds for a holiday Grief in a diving-bell bore me down deep. Poverty courted me early-worse luck to her!— As for our children, we'd better have drown'd them all ; They, I believe, are the worst of our ills. Is it a wonder I often confound them all, Seeing that most of them chance to be Bills? Hope, who was once an occasional visitor, Still, I confess that I like, after trying it, Hope's conversation the best of the two. A WILD HUNT. Can any one confidently say to himself that he has conversed with the identica individual, stupidest man now extant in London?"-T. CARLYLE. I STARTED up and slammed the book; I seized my hat and cane; I sought the bell and summoned cook With all my might and main.` My cook, she is a sober lass Respectable, but slow: She wonder'd what had come to pass To set me ringing so. Said I, "My skiff is on the shore, My bark is on the sea; And many suns may set before I can return to thee. Expect me back on Friday week; I'm not at home till then. Adieu, adieu; I go to seek The Stupidest of Men!" I travers'd London in my search, Careering to and fro, From Barnsbury to Brixton Church, From Notting Hill to Bow. "There's no such word as fail," said I : "I'll seek my treasure still From Brixton Church to Barnsbury, He went not by the penny-boat, The omnibus, or train; One hour on shore-the next afloat I hunted him in vain.. And ever, as the days wore on In travels east and west, I marvell'd where he could have gone, My own, my Stupidest. I met, of course, with many men I found a party, now and then, With nearly none at all. |