THE MUSIC-GRINDERS. THERE are three And One's money from his purse, very hard it is to tell Which of the three is worse; But all of them are bad enough You 're riding out some pleasant day, A fellow jumps from out a bush, And takes your horse's reins, It's hard to meet such pressing friends But harder to be shot; And so you take your waliet out, Though you would rather not. Perhaps you 're going out to dine, Some filthy creature begs You'll hear about the cannon-ball He tells you of his starving wife, Poor little, lovely innocents, All clamorous for bread,: And so you kindly help to put You 're sitting on your window-seat You hear a sound, that seems to wear As if a broken fife should strive To drown a cracked bassoon. And nearer, nearer still, the tide And something like a drum; You sit in speechless agony, Until your ear is numb. Poor "home, sweet home," should seem to be A very dismal place; Your "auld acquaintance," all at once, Is altered in the face; Their discords sting through Burns and Moore, Like hedgehogs dressed in lace. You think they are crusaders, sent To pluck the eyes of Sentiment, To crack the voice of Melody, And break the legs of Time. But hark! the air again is still, To heal the blows of sound; It cannot be, it is, it is, A hat is going round! No! Pay the dentist when he leaves A fracture in your jaw; paw, That stunned you with his And buy the lobster, that has had Your knuckles in his claw; But if you are a portly man, Put on your fiercest frown, And talk about a constable To turn them out of town; Then close your sentence with an oath, And shut the window down! And if you are a slender man, Go very quietly and drop A button in the hat! THE TREADMILL SONG. THE stars are rolling in the sky, And we can feel the rattling wheel Then tread away, my gallant boys, And make the axle fly; Why should not wheels go round about, Wake up, wake up, my duck-legged man, And stir your solid pegs! Arouse, arouse, my gawky friend, And shake your spider legs; What though you 're awkward at the trade, There's time enough to learn,— |