Eve. Mr. Evelyn has no politics at all!-Did you ever play at battledore? Both. Battledore ! Eve. Battledore !—that is, a contest between two parties: both parties knock about something with singular skillsomething is kept up-high-low-here-there--everywhere -nowhere! How grave are the players! how anxious the by-standers! how noisy the battledores! But when this something falls to the ground, only fancy-it's nothing but cork and feather! Go and play by yourselves,-I'm no hand at it! Stout. (Aside.) Sad ignorance!-Aristocrat! Gloss. Heartless principles !--Parvenu! Stout. Then you don't go against us?—I'll bring Popkins to-morrow. Gloss. Keep yourself free till I present Cipher to you. Stout. I must go to inquire after Hopkins. The return of Popkins will be an era in history. (Exit. Gloss. I must be off to the club-the eyes of the country are upon Grogenhole. If Cipher fail, the constitution is gone! (Exit. Eve. (At table.) Sharp, come here, (Sharp advances,) let me look at you! You are my agent, my lawyer, my man of business. I believe you honest; but what is honesty ?— where does it exist?-in what part of us? Sharp. In the heart, I suppose. Eve. Mr. Sharp, it exists in the pocket! Observe! I lay this piece of yellow carth on the table-I contemplate your both; the man there-the gold here! Now, there is many a man in yonder streets, honest as you are, who moves, thinks, feels, and reasons as well as we do; excellent in form-imperishable in soul; who, if his pockets were three days empty, would sell thought, reason, body, and soul too, for that little. coin! Is that the fault of the man ?-no! it is the fault of mankind! God made man-Sir, behold what mankind have made a god! When I was poor I hated the world; now I am rich I despise it. Fools-knaves-hypocrites! SAM SMITH'S SOLILOQUY.-FANNY FERN. CERTAINLY-matrimony is an invention of. Well, no matter who invented it. I'm going to try it. Where's my blue coat with the bright brass buttons? The woman has yet to be born who can resist that; and my buff vest and neck-tic, too may I be shot, if I don't offer them both to the little Widow Pardiggle this very night. what a name for such a rose-bud. I'll re-christen her by the euphonious name of Smith. She'll have me, of course. She wants a husband,—I want a wife: there's one point already in which we perfectly agree. "Pardiggle!" Pardiggle!" Phœbus! Do What the mischief ails this cravat? It must be the cold that makes my hand tremble so there-that'll do; that's quite an inspiration. Brummel himself couldn't go beyond that. Now for the widow; bless her little round face! I'm immensely obliged to old Pardiggle for giving her a quit claim. I'll make her as happy as a little robin. Do you think I'd bring a tear into her lovely blue eye? you think I'd sit, after tea, with my back to her, and my feet upon the mantel, staring up chimney for three hours together? Do you think I'd leave her little blessed side, to dangle round oyster-saloons and theaters? Do I look like a man to let a woman flatten her pretty little nose against the window-panę night after night, trying to see me reel up street? No. Mr. and Mrs. Adam were not more beautiful in their nuptialbower, than I shall be with the Widow Pardiggle. Refused by a widow! Who ever heard of such a thing? Well, there's one comfort; nobody'll believe it. She is not so very pretty after all her eyes are too small, and her hands are rough and red-dy-not so very ready either, confound the gipsy! What amazing pretty shoulders she has! Well, who Ten to one, she'd have set up that wretch of a l'ardiggle for my model. Who wants to be Pardiggle 2d? I am glad she didn't have me. I ́mean, I'm glad I didn't have cares? her! THE USEFUL YOUNG MAN. WHAT! make myself useful!-indeed, ma'am, I can't- What! come when I'm call'd, and do just as desir'd, I know how they're used by the merciless fair- But endless his ills when he goes to a rout,- When the party breaks up and the dancing is done, By some rude, selfish fellow she's seized, ten to one; For such are the ladies that always trepan That poor helpless victim, the useful young man ! THE KISS IN SCHOOL.* A DISTRICT School, not far away, Let off in oue tremendous kiss! "What's that?" the startled master cries: That you, my biggest pupil should Be guilty of an act so rude! Before the whole set school to boot What evil genius put you to't?" "'Twas she, herself, sir," sobbed the lad, "I didn't mean to be so bad But when Susannah shook her curls, And whispered, I was 'fraid of girls, *The above incident in a district school, was described by Mr. William Pitt Palmer, in an address before "The Literary Society," in Stockbridge, Mass And dursn't kiss a baby's doll, But up and kissed her on the spot; I know-boo-hoo-I ought to not; KILLING A BLUE BOTTLE. AT Neufchatel, in France, where they prepare But as salt-water made their charms increase, This damsel had to help her on the farm, But in his noddle weak as any baby, In fact a gaby, And such a glutton when you came to feed him, That Wantley's dragon, who ate barns and churches. As if they were geese and turkies,' (Vide the Ballad,) scarcely could exceed him. And wouldn't go to church (good careful soul) |