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And they y he is going to Exeter Hall

To make a grand speech,

And to preach and to teach

People that they can't brew their malt liquor too small !"

And "still on each evening when pleasure fills up,"
At the old Goat-in-Boots, with Metheglin, each cup,
Mr. Pryce, if he's there,

Will get into "The Chair,"

And make all his quondam associates stare
By calling aloud to the Landlady's daughter,
"Patty, bring a cigar, and a glass of Spring Water!"
The dial he constantly watches; and when

The long hand's at the "XII," and the short at the "X,"
He gets on his legs,

Drains his glass to the dregs,

Takes his hat and great-coat off their several pegs,
With the President's hammer bestows his last knock,
And says solemnly-"Gentlemen!

"LOOK AT THE CLOCK!!!"

THE MARCH WIND.-ANNE P. ADAMS.

OVER the earth,

In frolicsome mirth,

The March wind goes careering;

Through pine-bough he sighs,
O'er mountains he hies,

By a compass invisible steering.

List to his song,

You'll hear it ere long,

Down through the chimney he 'll whistle,

Now it is shrill,

Anon, he is still,

As if stealing down from a thistle.

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How cold they must be,

Those poor women, three,

When I play hide and seek thro' their dwelling

Their fire burns low,

They are hungry, I know,

What a tale their pale faces are telling!

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CIRCUMSTANCES ALTER CASES.-ALLINGHAM.

ROBIN ROUGHHEAD, SNACKS AND VILLAGERS.

(Robin Roughhead discoverel raking hay.)

Robin. Ah! work, work, work! all day long, and no such thing as stopping a moment to rest! for there's old Snacks, the steward, always upon the lookout; and if he sees one, slap he has it down in his book, and then there's sixpence gone, plump. (Comes forward.) I do hate that old chap, and that's the truth on 't. Now if I was lord of this place, I'd make one rule-there should be no such thing as work: it should be one long holiday all the year round. Your great folks have strange whims in their heads, that's for sartin. I don't know what to make of 'um, not I. Now there's all yon great park there, kept for his lordship to look at, and his lordship has not seen it these twelve years. Ah! if it was mine,

I'd let all the villagers turn their cows in there, and it should, not cost 'em a farthing; then, as the parson said last Sunday, I should be as rich as any in the land, for I should have the blessings of the poor.

Dang it! here come Snacks. Now I

shall get a fine jobation, I suppose.

(Enter Snacks, bowing very obsequiously—Robin takes his hat off, and stands staring at him.)

I be main tired, Master Snacks; so I stopt to rest myself a little; I hope you'll excuse it. I wonder what the dickens he's a grinning at. (Aside)

Snacks. Excuse it! I hope your lordship's infinite goodness and condescension will excuse your lordship's most obsequious, devoted, and humble servant, Timothy Snacks, who is come into the presence of your lordship, for the purpose of informing your lordship

Rob. Lordship! he, he, he! Wall! I never knew as I had a hump before. Why, Master Snacks, you grow funny in your

old age.

Snacks. No, my lord, I know my duty better; I should never think of being funny with a lɔrd.

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Rob. What lord? Oh, you mean the Lord Harry I suppose. No, no, must not be too funny with him, or he 'll be after playing the very deuce with you.

Snacks. I say, I should never think of jesting with a person of your lordship's dignified character.

Rob. Dig-dig-what? Why, now I look at you, I see how it is; you are mad. I wonder what quarter the moon 's in. Dickens! how your eyes do roll! I never saw you so before. How came they to let you out alone?

Snacks. Your lordship is most graciously pleased to be facetious.

Rob. Why, what gammon are you at? Don't come near me, for you've been bit by a mad dog; I 'm sure you have. Snacks. If your lordship would be so kind as to read this letter, it would convince your lordship. Will your lordship condescend?

Rob. Why, I would condescend, but for a few reasons, and one of 'em is, I can't read.

Snacks. I think your lordship is perfectly right; for these pursuits are too low for one of your lordship's nobility.

Rob. Lordship, and lordship again! I'll tell you what, Master Snacks-let's have no more of your fun, for I won't stand it any longer, for all you be steward here: my name's Robin Roughhead; and if you don't choose to call me by that name, I shan't answer you-that 's flat. I don't like him well enough to stand his jokes. (Aside.)

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Snacks. Why, then, Master Robin, be so kind as to attend, whilst I read this letter. (Reads.) "Sir,-This is to inform you, that my Lord Lackwit died this morning, after a very short illness; during which he declared that he had been. married, and had an heir to his estate. The woman he mar ried was commonly called, or known, by the name of Rough head she was poor and illiterate, and through motives of false shame, his lordship never acknowledged her as his wife. She has been dead some time since, and left behind her a son, called Robin Roughhead. Now, this said Robin is the legal heir to the estate. I have therefore sent you the necessary

writings to put him into immediate possession, according to his lordships last will and testament. Yours to command,

"KIT CODICIL, Att'y at Law.' Rob. What!-what! all mine? the houses, the trees, the fields, the hedges, the ditches, the gates, the horses, the dogs, the cats, the cocks, and the hens, and the cows, and the bulls, and the pigs, and the--what! are they, are they all mine? --and I, Robin Roughhead, am the rightful lord of all this estate? Don't keep me a minute, now, but tell me, is it so? Make haste, tell me-quick, quick!

Snacks. I repeat it, the whole estate is yours.

Rob. Huzza! huzza! (Catches off Snack's hat and wig.) Set the bells a-ringing; set the ale a-running; set-go, get my hat full of guineas to make a scramble with; call all the tenants together. I'll lower their rents—I'll—'

Snacks. I hope your lordship will do me the favor to— Rob. Why, that may be as it happens; I can't tell. (Care lessly.)

Snacks. Will your lordship dine at the castle to-day?
Rob. Yes.

Snacks. What would your lordship choose for dinner?
Rob. Beef-steaks and onions, and plenty of 'em.

Snacks. Beef-steaks and onions! What a dish for a lord! He'll be a savory bit for my daughter, though. (Aside.) 39 Rob. What are you at there, Snacks? Go, get me the guineas make haste. I'll have the scramble, and then I'il go to Dolly, and tell her the news.

Snacks. Dolly! Pray, my lord, who 's Dolly?

Rob. Why, Dolly is to be my lady, and your mistress, if I ind you honest enough to keep you in my employ.

Snacks. He rather smokes me. (Aside.) I have a beaueous daughter, who is allowed to be the very pink of perfection. Rob. Hang your daughter! I have got something else to think of: don't talk to me of your daughter: stir your stumps, and get the money.

Snacks. I am your lordship's most obsequious.--Bless me what a peer of the realm! (Aside and exit.)

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