pence, and he wrote me down my destructions.' The gentleman read his destructions, as he called them, which were as follows: "You must go to the Temple, apply to a civilian, anů tell him that your father died intestate, or without a will, that he has left five children, all infantine, besides yourself; and that you wish to know if you can't be his executor." Well, what did you do?" said the gentleman. "Why, sir," said he, "I went to the Temple, and I knocked at the door, and the gentleman cum'd out himsen; and I said 'Pray, sir, arn't you a silly villain?' and he ax'd me if I cum'd to insult him; and I said, why, yes, I partly cum'd on purpose: I cum'd to insult you to know what I am to do, for my father died detested and against his will, and left five young infidels besides mysen, and I am cum'd to know if I can't be his executioner." EZEKIEL'S VISIT TO DEACON STOKES.-ANON. ONE Asa Stokes, One of those men whom every thing provokes, Ill-natured kind of being; He was the deacon of the parish, And had the overseeing Of some small matters, such as the ringing Of the church-bell, and took the lead in singing. Well, Deacon Stokes had gone to bed, one night, 'Twas in December, if my memory's right, 'Twas cold enough to make a Russian shiver; Knew one Colder than this,-in faith, it was a blue one! A real Lapland night. O dear! how cold 'twas! There was a chap about there named Ezekiel, Who very often used to get quite mellow; Of whom the Deacon always used to speak ill; On Deacon Stokes, To show on What terms he stood among the women folks, It came to pass that on the night I speak of, By partaking Of the merry-making And enjoyment Of some good fellows there, whose sole employment Was, on all kinds of weather, On every night, By early candle light, To get together Reading the papers, smoking pipes and chewing, Pretty well corned, and up to every thing, Much lighter than a feather, With a light soul That spurned the freezing weather, And with a head Ten times as light as either; And a purse, perhaps, as light as all together, On went Ezekiel, with a great expansion Of thought, Until he brought Up at a post before the Deacon's mansion. With one arm around the post, awhile he stood In thoughtful mood, With one eye turned Up toward the window where, With feeble glare, A candle burned; Face, and a grave, mysterious Shake of the head, Ezekiel said, (His right eye once more thrown Upon the beacon That from the window shone,) "I'll start the Deacon!" Rap, rap, rap, rap, went Deacon Stoke's knocker. They must take an early hour for turning in." The Deacon then began to be alarmed, And in amazement Threw up the casement; And with cap on head, Of fiery red, Demanded what the cause was of the riot, "Quite cool this evening, Deacon Stokes," replied The voice below. "Well, sir, what is the matter ?" "Quite chilly, Deacon; how your teeth do chatter!" "You vagabond, a pretty time you have chosen "Why, bless you, Deacon, don't be in a passion !" To speak again, For with the Deacon's threat about the lash, Rap, rap, rap, rap, the knocker went again, Thump, thump, against the door went Ezekiel's cane, And that once more brought Deacon Stokes's night-cap. "Very cold weather, Deacon Stokes, to-night !” Give you a warming, and should serve you right; You villain, it is time to end the 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, bless you, 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 cause is this: I want to know If this cold weather lasts all summer here, What time will green peas come along next year?" EPITAPH ON JOSEPH BLACKETT, A SHOEMAKER.-BYRON. STRANGER! behold, interred together, The souls of learning and of leather. Ilis works were neat, and often found And, if he did, 'twere shame to "Black-it." THE PHILOSOPHER'S DOMICILE-ANON. My dwelling is ample, And I've set an example For lovers of water to follow ; If my home you should ask, I have drained out a cask, And I dwell in a cooling hollow! For a lover of mirth To revel in jokes and to lodge in ease, |