ELEGY ON MRS. BLAIZE.-GOLDSMITE. GOOD people all, with one accord, The needy seldom pass'd her door, She strove the neighborhood to please, At church, in silks and satins new, Her love was sought, I do aver, But now her wealth and finery fled, Let us lament, in sorrow sore, For Kent street well may say, That had she lived a twelvemonth moro She had not died to-day. BATTLE OF THE KEGS.-F. HOPKINSON. GALLANTS, attend, and hear a friend, 'Twas early day, as poets say, As in a maze, he stood to gaze, A sailor, too, in jerkin blue, The strange appearance viewing, "These KEGS now hold the rebels bold, The soldier flew-the sailor too And, scar'd almost to death, sir, Wore out their shoes, to spread the news; And ran till out of breath, sir. Now up and down, throughout the town, Some "Fire!" cried; which some denied, And girls and boys, with hideous noise, Ran as if their necks to break. Sir William* he, snug as a flea, Now in a fright, he starts upright, He rubs both eyes; and boldly cries, At his bed-side, he then espied Sir Erskinet at command, sir; "Arise! arise!" sir Erskine crics: "The motley crew, in vessels new, "Therefore, prepare for bloody war: The royal band now steady stand, Sir William Howe. Sir William Erskine. "Why sure," thought they, "there's a mighty fray The KEGS, 'tis said, though strongly made Could not oppose their powerful focs, From morn to night, those men of might Retir'd to sup their porridge. Or more, upon my word, sir, It is most truc, would be too few, Their valor to record, sir. Such feats did they perform that day, That years to come, if they get home, They'll make their boasts and brags, sir. *The British officers were so fond of the word rebel, that they often applicc it most absurdly. ORATOR PUFF.-THOMAS MOORE. MR. ORATOR PUFF had two tones in his voice, One voice for an orator's surely enough. But he still talked away, spite of coughs and of frowns, That a wag once, on hearing the orator say, "My voice is for war," asked him, "Which of them pray ?" Oh! oh! Orator Puff, One voice for an orator's surely enough. Reeling homewards, one evening, top-heavy with gin, แ Sinking fund," the last words as his noddle came down. Oh! oh! Orator Puff, One voice for an orator's surely enough.. "Oh! save!" he exclaim'd, in his hc-and-she-tones, * Help me out! help me out!-I have broken my bones !" Help you out!" said a Paddy, who passed, "what a bother! Why, there's two of you there; can't you help one another ?" Oh! oh! Orator Puff, One voice for an orator's surely enough. LIVING UP FIVE PAIR OF STAIRS.-ANON. SUCH a thing as true bliss in this life is a bubble, |