A GENTLE ECHO ON WOMAN. IN THE DORIC MANNER. DEAN SWIFT. Shepherd. ECHO, I ween, will in the woods reply, Press. Echo. Liar. A door. Shepherd. If music softens rocks, love tunes my lyre. Echo. Shepherd. Then teach me, Echo, how shall I come by her? Echo. Buy her. Beer. Wind. Shepherd. But if she bang again, still should I bang her? BANG HER. Hang her. Shepherd. Is there no way to moderate her anger? Echo. TO MY NOSE. KNOWS he that never took a pinch, ANONYMOUS. Nosey! the pleasure thence which flows? Knows he the titillating joy Which my nose knows? Oh, nose! I am as fond of thee I gaze on thee, and feel that pride ROGER AND DOLLY. BLACKWOOD. YOUNG ROGER came tapping at Dolly's window Thumpaty, thumpaty, thump; He begg'd for admittance-she answered him no-— No, no, Roger, no-as you came you may go- O what is the reason, dear Dolly? he cried— That thus I'm cast off and unkindly denied ?— Some rival more dear, I guess, has been here— Crumpaty, crumpaty, crump Suppose there's been two, sir, pray what's that to you, sir? Numpaty, numpaty, nump Wi' a disconsolate look his sad farewell he took— Trumpaty, trumpaty, trump And all in despair jump'd into a brook Jumpaty, jumpaty, jump- His courage did cool in a filthy green pool Slumpaty, slumpaty, slump— So he swam to the shore, but saw Dolly no more- He did speedily find one more fat and more kind— But poor Dolly 's afraid she must die an old maid— THE IRISHMAN. I. BLACKWOOD. THERE was a lady lived at Leith, A wild tremendous Irishman, A tearing, swearing, thumping, bumping, ranting, roaring Irishman. II. His face was no ways beautiful, For with small-pox 't was scarred across : And the shoulders of the ugly dog Were almost doubled a yard across. O the lump of an Irishman, The whiskey devouring Irishman— The great he-rogue with his wonderful brogue, the fighting, rioting Irishman. III. One of his eyes was bottle green, And the other eye was out, my dear; The rattling, battling Irishman The stamping, ramping, swaggering, staggering, leathering swash of an Irishman. IV. He took so much of Lundy-foot, That he used to snort and snuffle-0, And in shape and size the fellow's neck Was as bad as the neck of a buffalo. O, the horrible Irishman, The thundering, blundering Irishman The slashing, dashing, smashing, lashing, thrashing, hashing Irish man. V. His name was a terrible name, indeed, Being Timothy Thady Mulligan; And whenever he emptied his tumbler of punch, The boozing, bruising Irishman, The 'toxicated Irishman The whiskey, frisky, rummy, gummy, brandy, no dandy Irishman. VI. This was the lad the lady loved, Like all the girls of quality; And he broke the skulls of the men of Leith, Just by the way of jollity, O, the leathering Irishman, The barbarous, savage Irishman— The hearts of the maids and the gentlemen's heads were bothered I'm sure by this Irishman. A CATALECTIC MONODY! CRUIKSHANK'S OMNIBUS. A cat I sing, of famous memory, Most categorical her virtues shone, By catenation join'd each one to one As cataphracts their arms through legions bear; Their lengths, like cattle after busy day, |