Eight long miles to go, at the least,

With an early message for the priest.

XIII.

Dennis stopped not to wake the black,
But he cut away on his errand track,

Cross country, fleet and frisky.

On the road he smoked an ould dhudeen,

And stopped to slake his thirst with shebeen, Be sure, at the very first shop "he seen,"

In place of a noggin of whiskey.

XIV.

He cast a sharp eye over all,

And he saw, against the cabin wall,

A bit of ould glass, quicksilver and all

A-sticking just behind it :

Anybody that wasn't a dunce

Could see it was part of a looking-glass once;

But Dennis did n't mind it.

And, may be, he would n't have cared to look ;

But this 'cute thought in his head he took::

"I'd like to see, as I slept in the hay,

Along with that Nigger,

What sort of a figure

I cut to-day."

Poor Dennis! he approached the glass:
He little knew what had come to pass;

But soon he saw his error.

His face was black

As chummy's sack,

And he drew back

With terror.

66 Whisht! botheration!-So, I'm in bed,

And that black divil 's here in my stead!
Hurroo! Here, landlord, take your change,
Murder! I must go back at onst, d'ye see:

THEY'VE WOKe the Nigger up, instead of ME!"

As soon as you hear what they did.-We shall see.

Now, I'll wager the wind in an old pair of bellows,
You'll deem these three chaps unaccountable fellows.
In the first place, the very first man of the lot
Had a body and head, but no arms had he got!
Fancy a very queer chap, full of charms,

But without any arms!

In the next place, the second young man of the lot

Had a couple of arms, but no legs had he got.

He must have cut a fine figure, i' fegs!

Without legs!

In the third place, the very last man of the lot
Had both arms and legs, but no clothes had he got.
Mustn't he have shivered from fingers to toes?