By jolly! what desput great chickens! I never did see such, I swan ! And then there's the gravy and tatur, My stars! what a thundering great pie ! 'Od rot it! how it sticks to my gums! By the powers of mud! how they blow it, I'd kick up a bobbery, I vow. XXXI. EZEKIEL AND THE DEACON. [Farmers' and Manufacturers' Journal. Providence.] THERE'S Something very curious in the manner In which you can twist words into rhymes, Single and double; To see how one thing with another chimes; Much trouble. Suppose we try it now. One ASA STOKES, He was the deacon of the parish, "Very cold weather, deacon Stokes, to night." "Begone, you vile, Insolent dog; or I'll Give you a warming; and should serve you right; You villain, it is time to end your hoax." "Why, bless your soul and body, deacon Stokes, Don't be so cross; When I've come here In this severe Night, which is cold enough to kill a horse, For your advice Upon a very difficult and nice Question :-now, Lord bless you, Deacon, do make haste and dress you." "Well, well, out with it-if it must be so. Be quick about it. I'm very cold." "Well, deacon, I don't doubt it. In a few words the matter can be told. Deacon, the case is this:-I want to know, XXXII. POWERS OF RHYME. [Inquirer. Nantucket.] PEOPLE don't commonly discern The difference 'twixt POETRY and RHYME: No two words shall together chime. E'en prose, so called, may be po-et Ical, and ring upon the ear Harmoniously, without a grain of jingle ; Clinking, like handsful of new dimes, Some folks, new words will manufacture, They would denominate a crack a cracture, This brings me to the tale that I was going And turn'd up at the Indian Queen; At what he saw, And what was to be seen, Hung heavily upon his under jaw. So droll was every thing—and so bewitching. Beef was there roasting To where the giddy jack-wheel whirled "Odsbluddikins, and snaggers! rat it, and adzooks! Your clock goes faster than aunt Katy's, And I'll be skinn'd and darn'd, for all the world XXXIII. BLACK vs. BLUE, [Catskill Recorder.] THE eyes that glow with sparkling jet, Black versus Azure, strove to get R The courts below were moved, but fail'd 'Twas told with such a soft expression. Conflicting claims inflame dispute, And never was a case before Perplexed with such intense confusionAnd never had the dark robed corps Before been feed with such profusion. The witnesses were-burning Kisses; Forbear, to both the prize is due, 'Twas thus the god decreed,-forbear! Woman is fair with eyes of blue→→→ With eyes of Black, she still is fair. Black more vivacity impart; In Blue, more tenderness we find ; Black is too subject to caprice- In Black, I've placed my shafts of fire, BOOK IV. BIOGRAPHICAL AND OBITUARY. TO THE MEMORY OF DEPARTED SOULS. [Courier. Charleston.] HUSHED is the gale, and calm the billows, that have bleached the bones of the sufferers. Their voices have sunk beneath the struggle of an awful death; and an agonized family, together with a numerous circle of friends, now view with mute and reverential feelings, the dire decree of an all-wise and wonder-working Maker. Submissive to his will, they complain not; and confident, that while with one hand he smiteth, so with the other doth he heal, they join in pious deference and declare," the Lord giveth and the Lord taketh away; blessed be the name of the Lord." No marbled tomb nor sculptured image can speak the praises of the good. Their memories live in our affection, and their worth is engraved indelibly on our hearts. The living are their monuments, and when they, like frail mortality have perished, how truly can we say, "the evil that men do, lives after them; the good is oft interred with the dead." Aware of these facts, a friend offers this last sad tribute to the memory of Dr. LEVI MYERS, of Georgetown, who, together with his wife, three daughters, and youngest son, were swept from the bosom of their family, during the violence of the gale of the 27th.* |