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“Want nothing !-Sir, you've pulled my bell, I vow,
As if you'd jerk it off the wire.” Quoth Toby,—gravely making him a bow,“ I pulled it, sir, at your
“At mine!"_“Yes, yours; I hope I've done it well;
High time for bed, sir: I was hastening to it; But if ou write up— Please to ring the bell,'
Common politeness makes me stop and do it."
27. FRANK HAYMAN.—Taylor. Frank Hayman dearly loved a pleasant joke,
And after long contention with the gout,
A foe that oft besieged him, sallied out To breathe fresh air, and appetite provoke.
It chanced as he was strolling void of care,
Dangling behind in piteous plight,
Making the most of every mile,
As if each moment taking flight.
A dog who saw the man's condition,
A lean and hungry politician,
A sly and subtle chap,
Ready to snap
Watching each lucky moment for a bite,
While Hayman followed, tittering at the sight.
Then 'gainst a cask in solemn thought reclined; The watchful dog the happy moment knows,
And Hayman cheers him on not far behind.
Encouraged thus—what dog would dare refrain?
bit again ;
Nor thought of asking—“what's to pay?"
Not so unfashionably good,
And made a stand.
His mirth up to the brim;
I've got a hare for him !"
28. CHRISTMAS TIMES.—Anonymous. 'Twas the night before Christmas, when all thro' the house Not a creature was stirring, not even a mouse. The stockings were hung by the chimney with care, In the hope that St. Nicholas* soon would be there. The children were nestled all snug in their beds, While visions of sugar-plums danced in their heads, And mamma in her kerchief, and I in my cap, Had just settled our brains for a long winter's nap; When out on the lawn there rose such a clatter, I sprang from the bed to see what was the matter. Away to the window I flew like a flash, Tore
open the shutters, and threw up the sash.
* Santa Claus.
The moon on the breast of the new-fallen snow,
Prancer! now, Vixen! On, Comet! on, Cupid! on, Dunder and Blixen! To the top of the porch! to the top of the wall ! Now dash away! dash away! dash away all !" As dry leaves before the wild hurricane fly, When they meet with an obstacle mount to the sky, So up to the house-top the coursers they flew, With the sleigh full of toys—and St. Nicholas too. And then, in a twinkling, I heard on the roof, The prancing and pawing of each little hoof; As I drew in my head, and was turning around, Down the chimney St. Nicholas came with a bound. He was dressed all in fur, from his head to his foot, And his clothes were all tarnished with ashes and soot; A bundle of toys was flung on his back, And he looked like a pedler just opening his pack; His eyes—how they twinkled! his dimples how merry, His cheeks were like roses, his nose like a cherry; His droll little mouth was drawn up like a bow, And the beard of his chin was as white as the snow; The stump of a pipe he held tight in his teeth, And the smoke it encircled his head like a wreath, He had a broad face, and a little round belly, That shook when he laughed, like a bowl full of jelly. He was chubby and plump, a right jolly old elf, And I laughed when I saw him in spite of myself. A wink of his eye and a twist of his head, Soon gave me to know I had nothing to dread ; He spoke not a word, but went straight to his work, And filled all his stockings; then turned with a jerk, And laying his finger aside of his nose, And giving a nod, up the chimney he rose. He
sprang to his sleigh, to his team gave a whistle, And away they all flew like the down of a thistle; But I heard him exclaim, ere he drove out of sight, “ Merry Christmas to all, and to all a good night.”
THE COW AND THE ASS.-Anonymous.
Hard by a green meadow a stream used to flow,
A cow, quite oppressed with the heat of the sun,
But soon a brown ass of respectable look,
“ Take a seat,” cried the cow, gently waving her hand, By no means, dear madam,” said he, 6 while
stand;" Then stooping to drink, with a complaisant bow, “Ma'am, your health,” said the ass,—“thank you, sir," said
When a few of these compliments more had been past,
Then with a deep sigh, she directly began,
Now what is the reason? I see none at all,
I've no will of my own, but must do as they please,
“But ma'am,” said the ass, " not presuming to teachO dear, I beg pardon,-pray finish your speech; I thought you had done, ma'am indeed," said the swain, “Go on, and I'll not interrupt you again.” “Why, sir, I was only going to observe, I'm resolved, that these tyrants no longer I'll serve; But leave them for ever to do as they please, And look somewhere else for their butter and cheese."
Ass waited a moment, to see if she'd done,
The cow upon this cast her eyes on the grass,
THE FRENCHMAN AND THE RATS.
A Frenchman once, who was a merry wight,
supper done, some scraps of cheese were left, Which our poor Frenchman, thinking it no theft,