BY ONE ELEVEN YEARS IN PRISON. WHENE'ER with haggard eyes I view niversity of Gottingen, niversity of Gottingen. 【Weeps, and pulls out a blue kerchief, with which he wipes his eyes; gazing tenderly at it, he proceeds: ] Sweet kerchief, checked with heavenly blue, Which once my love sat knotting in Alas, Matilda then was true! At least I thought so at the U niversity of Gottingen, niversity of Gottingen. Barbs! barbs! alas! how swift you flew, Her neat post-wagon trotting in! Ye bore Matilda from my view; Forlorn I languished at the U niversity of Gottingen, This faded form! this pallid hue! When first I entered at the U niversity of Gottingen, There first for thee my passion grew, knife-grinder, how came you to grind Did some rich man tyrannically use you? Was it the squire for killing of his game? or All in a lawsuit ? (Have you not read the Rights of Man, by Tom Paine ?) Drops of compassion tremble on my eyelids, KNIFE-GRINDER. Story! God bless you! I have none to tell, sir; Only, last night, a-drinking at the Chequers, This poor old hat and breeches, as you see, were Torn in a scuffle. Constables came up for to take me into Custody; they took me before the justice; Justice Oldmixon put me in the parishstocks for a vagrant. I should be glad to drink your honor's health in FRIEND OF HUMANITY. niversity of Gottingen, I give thee sixpence! I will see thee damned niversity of Gottingen. first, whom no sense of wrongs can rouse to vengeance, Sordid, unfeeling, reprobate, degraded, Spiritless outcast! Kicks the knife-grinder, overturns his wheel, and exit in a transport of republican enthusiasm and universal philanthropy.] GEORGE CANNING. Of all the notable things on earth, English and Irish, French and Spanish, In one conglomeration! So subtle a tangle of blood, indeed, Depend upon it, my snobbish friend, Or, worse that that, your boasted line JOHN G. SAXE. And for tricks that are vain, The heathen Chinee is peculiar : Which the same I would rise to explain. Ah Sin was his name; And I shall not deny In regard to the same What that name might imply; But his smile it was pensive and childlike, As I frequent remarked to Bill Nye. It was August the third, And quite soft was the skies, Which it might be inferred That Ah Sin was likewise : Yet he played it that day upon William And me in a way I despise. Which we had a small game, He did not understand; But he smiled, as he sat by the table, Yet the cards they were stocked In a way that I grieve, At the state of Nye's sleeve, Which was stuffed full of aces and bowers, And the same with intent to deceive. But the hands that were played By that heathen Chinee, And the points that he made, Were quite frightful to see Till at last he put down a right bower, Which the same Nye had dealt unto me. Then I looked up at Nye, And he gazed upon me; And he rose with a sigh, And said, "Can this be? We are ruined by Chinese cheap labor," And he went for that heathen Chinee. In the scene that ensued I did not take a hand, But the floor it was strewed Like the leaves on the strand With the cards that Ah Sin had been hiding In the game "he did not understand." In his sleeves, which were long, Which was coming it strong, Yet I state but the facts. And we found on his nails, which were taper — What is frequent in tapers- that's wax. BACHELOR'S HALL, what a comical place it is! Keep me from such all the days of my life! Sure but he knows what a burning disgrace it is, Never at all to be getting a wife. See the old bachelor, gloomy and sad enough, Fussing around while he 's making his fire; His kettle has tipt up, och, honey, he 's mad enough, If he were present, to fight with the squire ! Pots, dishes, and pans, and such other commodities, Ashes and praty-skins, kiver the floor; His cupboard a storehouse of comical oddities, Things never thought of as neighbors before. When his meal it is over, the table's left sittin' so; Dishes, take care of yourselves if you can; Devil a drop of hot water will visit ye. Och, let him alone for a baste of a man! Now, like a pig in a mortar-bed wallowing, ANONYMOUS. MR. MOLONY'S ACCOUNT OF THE BALL GIVEN TO THE NEPAULESE AMBASSADOR BY THE PENINSULAR AND ORIENTAL COMPANY. O, WILL ye choose to hear the news? Bedad, I cannot pass it o'er : I'll tell you all about the ball To the Naypaulase Ambassador. Begor! this fête all balls does bate, At which I worn a pump, and I Must here relate the splendthor great Of th' Oriental Company. These men of sinse dispoised expinse, To fête these black Achilleses. And decked the walls and stairs and halls And Jullien's band it tuck its stand So sweetly in the middle there, And when the Coort was tired of spoort, A nate buffet before them set, Where lashins of good dhrink there was ! At ten before the ball-room door, He smoiled and bowed to all the crowd, And O the noise of the blackguard boys, The noble Chair stud at the stair, And bade the dthrums to thump; and he O fair the girls, and rich the curls, And bright the oys, you saw there, was; This Gineral great then tuck his sate, With all the other ginerals, (Bedad, his troat, his belt, his coat, All bleezed with precious minerals ;) And as he there, with princely air, Recloinin on his cushion was, All round about his royal chair, The squeezin and the pushin was. O Pat, such girls, such Jukes and Earls, Just think of Tim, and fancy him Amidst the hoigh gentility! There was Lord De L'Huys, and the Portygeese And I reckonized, with much surprise, There was Baroness Brunow, that looked like Juno, And Countess Roullier, that looked peculiar There was Lord Fingall and his ladies all, And seemed to ask how should I go there? And the Widow Macrae, and Lord A. Hay, And the Marchioness of Sligo there. Yes, Jukes and Earls, and diamonds and pearls, O, there's one I know, bedad, would show And I'd like to hear the pipers blow, WILLIAM MAKEPEACE THACKERAY. IRISH ASTRONOMY. A VERITABLE MYTH, TOUCHING THE CONSTELLATION O'RYAN was a man of might He had an ould militia gun, And sartin sure his aim was; |