THE BREAKFAST PARTY. CATO'S SOLILOQUY. On a proposal to subject all dogs that draw carriages to a payment of 'Double Duty.' CATO, who strains his nerves beneath the truck Down Piccadilly, lectured thus on luck An hour ago His bark I know. 'Sad days for dogs, these dog-days! sad for those, The few who lead Like me a stoic's life, despising woes, Howe'er, indeed, One's heart may bleed. 'Sad days, and sadder are in store, no doubt, To dim our lot; The Comet sure is floundering about, It's tail has got Into a knot! 'Entangled with the dog-star, and may be Our fate to ban ! Or have those bipeds passed their new decree ! Put faith in man. 'A stoic's soul can scarce the blow defy; Like Man himself, "to be a butterfly," In yonder dish. Was there not tyranny enough before, "Twixt fat sleek puppies, bull-dogs brave and poor, "Twixt rags and lawn, Bare bones and brawn? 'Happy the dogs who form a breakfast group Of some fair girl, dispensing milk or soup, With smiles more sweet! 'How many now are basking in such smiles, May gambol in the fields, and leap the stiles, Return for more. 'But I must I, for lack of gloss or beauty, In being sentenced thus to "double duty? Enough for one? 'I had escaped this heaviest of dooms, Were I, sad wight, دو Used, not in drawing trucks, but drawing-rooms; 'Or were I bred among the sporting race, In pits, or in preserves, or in the chase, Of character! 'Alas! my lot is merely usefulness; Too plain to love, too rugged to caress ; But, ah, I'm strong! 'My duty doubled! Well, I'd toil six days, And, bless the mark ! Drag on the seventh, in a little chaise, Five Smiths, till dark, All round the Park!' ACUTE DEDUCTION. 'HE takes his hat, and why I would be knowing.' 'Learn,' cries that subtle devil, Paul,—' he's going!' PHILOSOPHY OF GAMES. LIFE,' said Tabby, taking snuff, 'True,' said Tabby, 'very true; A POETICAL COLUMN. IN HONOUR OF MR. SIMPSON, M.C. 'We are sorry to learn that our old friend Simpson, the Master of the Ceremonies at Vauxhall Gardens for so many years, whose eccentricities have caused so much merriment to the public, and whose harmless habits and character have acquired for him, through a long life, the esteem of many, and, we believe, the dislike of none, died on Christmas Day. We have so often noticed his peculiarities in light paragraphs that we feel it but justice, in taking leave of him for ever, to add that his peculiarities were only such as good-nature and urbanity carried to an extreme might commit; and that, though they might have exposed him, as they often did expose him, to laughter, they did not, and could not, produce any worse feeling with respect to him than those which arose from a mixture of hilarity and kindness. But the joke has passed away, and the last impression made by poor Simpson is one of regret.'—Morning Herald. AND he is gone! Then grieve Vauxhall ! The clouds of black misfortune fall; Weep, oh ye singers, Weep, waiters, lamplighters, and all— And call bell-ringers. T |