thage. The generous people, with loud wailing, and wildly-tossing gestures, bade me stay. The voice of a beloved mother-her withered hands beating her breast, her gray hairs streaming in the wind, tears flowing down her furrowed cheeks-praying me not to leave her in her lonely and helpless old age, is still sounding in my ears. Compared to anguish like this, the paltry torments you have in store is as the murmur of the meadow brook to the wild tumult of the mountain storm. Go! bring your threatened tortures! The woes I see impending over this ated city will be enough to sweeten death, though every nerve should tingle with its agony. I die-but mine shall be the triumph; yours the untold desolation. For every drop of blood that falls from my veins, your own shall pour in torrents! Wo, unto thee, O Carthage! I see thy homes and temples all in flames, thy citizens in terror, thy women wailing for the dead. Proud city! thou art doomed the curse of Jove, a living, lasting curse is on thee! The hungry waves shall lick the golden gates of thy rich palaces, and every brook run crimson to the sea. Rome, with bloody hand, shall sweep thy heart-strings, and all thy homes shall howl in wild response of anguish to her touch. Proud mistress of the sea, disrobed, uncrowned and scourged--thus again do I devote thee to the infernal gods! "Now, bring forth your tortures! Slaves! while ye tear this quivering flesh, remember how often Regulus has beaten your armies and humbled your pride. Cut as he would have carved you! Burn deep as his curse !” HERE SHE GOES-AND THERE SHE GOES. Two Yankee wags, one summer day, The breakfast over, Tom and Will Tom! the surprise is quite a shock!" "What wonder? where ?" "The clock! the clock!” Tom and the landlord in amaze "You mean the clock that's ticking there? Though may be, if the truth were told, "Tom, don't you recollect," said Will, With which I won the wager pleasant ?" Tom scratched his head, and tried to think. "You remember, It happened, Tom, in last December, 6 Well, if I would, the deuce is in it!" Exclaimed the landlord; "try me yet, And fifty dollars be the bet." 66 'Agreed, but we will play some trick To make you of the bargain sick!" "I'm up to that!" "Don't make us wait; Begin, the clock is striking eight." And hoarse his voice, and hoarser grows, "Hold" said the Yankee, "plank the ready!" The landlord wagged his fingers steady While his left hand, as well as able, He heard them running down the stair, His mother happened in, to see Son !" "Here she goes-and there she goes !" "Here! where ?"-the lady in surprise His finger followed with her eyes; 66 Son, why that steady gaze and sad ? Those words-that motion--are you mad? But here's you wife-perhaps she knows, And " "Here she goes-and there she goes !" His wife surveyed him with alarm, His finger persevered to go, While curled his very nose with ire, That she against him should conspire, And with more furious tone arose The "here she goes-and there she goes!" "Lawks!" screamed the wife, "I'm in a whirl! Run down and bring the little girl; She is his darling, and who knows But" "Here she goes-and there she goes !" "Lawks! he is mad! What made him thus ? The doctors came, and looked and wondered, "No-leeched you mean," the other said— Clap on a blister," roared another, “No-cup him "—“No-trepan him, brother !” A sixth would recommend a purge, The next would an emetic urge, The eighth, just come from a dissection, Quoth he,and wretched was her plight, "Here she goes--and there she goes "You all are fools," the lady said, "Thanks, mother," thought her clever son, Thus to himself, while to and fro His finger perseveres to go, And from his lips no accent flows But "here she goes-and there she goes !” The barber came- "Lord help him! what But we must do our best to save him— So hold him, gemmen, while I shave him!" "A woman never”— "There she goes !" "A woman is no judge of physic, Not even when her baby is sick. He must be bled "_"No-no- -a blister ". "A purge you mean ""I say a clyster". "No-cup him "--" leech him"-"pills! pills! pills!" And all the house the uproar fills. What means that smile? What means that shiver ? The landlord's limbs with rapture quiver, And triumph brightens up his face- And up he starts-"Tis mine! 'tis mine !" "I mean the fifty! "Who ?" "The gentlemen-I mean the two Came yesterday-are they below ?" แ They galloped off an hour ago." "Oh, purge me! blister! shave and bleed! For, hang the knaves, I'm mad indeed !" HATE OF THE BOWL. Go, feel what I have felt, Go, weep as I have wept, O'er a loved father's fall, See every cherished promise swept, Go, kneel as I have knelt, |