"Your majesty, sign me this, I pray— I come in a friendly kind of way I come, if you please, with the best intents, The kings were pleased as they well could be: Admiral Pip directly went The college of heralds permission yield Ambassadors, yes, and attachés, too, And let us all hope that blissful things THE IRISH SCHOOLMASTER. "Come here, my boy, hould up your head, And look like a jintleman, Sir; Just tell me who King David wasNow tell me if you can, Sir." "King David was a mighty man, And he was king of Spain, sir; His eldest daughter Jessie' was The flower of Dunblane,' sir." "You're right, my boy; hould up your head, And look like a jintleman, Sir; Sir Isaac Newton-who was he? Now tell me if you can, Sir. "Sir Isaac Newton was the boy That climbed the apple-tree, Sir; He then fell down and broke his crown, "You're right, my boy; hould up your head, And look like a jintleman, Sir; Jist tell me who ould Marmion was- He was hanged upon the gallows tree, "You're right, my boy, hould up your head, And look like a jintleman, Sir. Jist tell me who Sir Rob Roy was; The King of the Cannibal Islands; Was banished to the Highlands." "You're right, my boy; hould up your head, And look like a jintleman, Sir. Then Bonaparte-who was he? Which ruined his constitution." "You're right, my boy, hould up your head, And look like a jintleman, Sir. Jist tell me who King Jonah was; For though the whale did swallow him, "You're right, my boy; hould up your head; And look like a jintleman, Sir. Just tell me who that Moses was, Now tell me if you can, Sir." "Shure Moses was the Christian name Of good King Pharaoh's daughter; She was a milkmaid and she took A profit from the water." "You're right my boy; hould up your head, And look like a jintleman, Sir, Jist tell me now where Dublin is; And watered by the crathur.'" "You're right, my boy; hould up your head, And look like a jintleman, Sir; Jist tell me now where London is ; "You're right, my boy; hould up your head, Ye're now a jintleman, Sir; For in history and geography I've taught you all I can, Sir. JAMES A. SIDEY.❘ YE CARPETTE KNYGHTE. I have a horse-a right good horse- Who scoure ye plaine in headie course, I have a saddel-Sayest thou soe? It ys a mutton-saddel, loe! I have a bytte-a ryghte good bytte- Ye jawe of horse yt wyll not fytte- LEWIS CARROLL |