Two epaulets-one on each arm,

And a sword, once of laurels the winner,

Ever ready, in case of alarm,

At carving a foe or a dinner.

Bishop Hobart said grace with an air

'Twould have done your heart good to have seen him,

And Lewis so sweetly did swear,

You'd have thought that the devil was in him.

And Alderman Brasher began

A song, but he could not go through it. When Johnny R * * * asks me again

To a fête-by the Lord, I'll go to it!

H.

THE NIGHTMARE.

"Sure he was sent from heaven express to be the pillar of the State; So terrible his name, 'Clintonian' nurses frightened children with it." TOM THUMB.

|REAMING, last night, of Pierre Van Wyck,

I felt the nightmare creeping o'er me;

In vain I strove to speak or strike,
The horrid form was still before me;
Till panting-struggling to be free,

I raised my weak but desperate head,
And faintly muttered "John Targee!"
When-with a howl-the goblin fled.

I waked and cried in glad surprise:
"The man is found ordained by Fate
To break our bonds, and exorcise

The nightmare of the sleeping State.
He'll chase the demons great and small;
They'll sink his withering gaze before.
Then rouse! ye Sachems at the Hall,
And nominate him Governor.

"Up with the name on Freedom's cause, Inscribe it, Bucktails, on your banner;

Fame's pewter trump shall sound applause,

And blasts from party's furnace fan her. Pledge high his health in mugs of beer, And, roaring like the boisterous sea, Thunder in Clinton's frightened ear,

The conquering name of John Targee!"

D.

THE MODERN HYDRA.

HERE is a beast sublire and savage,

The Hydra by denomination;

Well doth he know his foes to ravage,

And barks and bites to admiration.
Fox-wolf-cat-dog-of each, at least, he
Has a full share, and never scants 'em;

But what is strangest in this beast, he

Can make new heads whene'er he wants 'em.

But when our Tammany Alcides

Had tomahawked his head political,

Straight from the bleeding trunk, out slid his

Well-filled noddle scientifical.

Another comes-another! see

They rise in infinite variety;

One cries aloud, "Free-school trustee!"

Behold the fourth-bewhiskered-big-
A warlike cocked hat frowns upon it;
The fifth uprears a doctor's wig,

The sixth displays the judgment-bonnet.

Herculean Noah! your strength you waste,

Reserve your furious cuts and slashes, Till Satan stands beside the beast

With red-hot steel to sear the gashes.