The same irresistible cut in their jibs, The same little jokes, and the same little fibs- II. But now, I will own, I feel rather inclined To suspect I've some reason to alter my mind; And the doubt in my breast daily grows a more strong one, That they're not quite alike, and I've taken the wrong one. Jane is always so gentle, obliging, and cool; Never calls me a monster-not even a fool; All our little contentions, 'tis she makes them up, Yes, I sometimes have wished—Heav'n forgive me the flaw!— That my very dear wife was my sister-in-law. III. Oh, your sister-in-law, is a dangerous thing! Wife-curl-papered, slip-shod, unwashed and undressed; IV. That no good upon earth can be had undiluted THE LOBSTERS.* As a young Lobster roamed about, "Proud heedless fool," the parent cried; Nor seek to change by going to pot." PUNCH. TO SONG-BIRDS ON A SUNDAY. SILENCE, all! ye winged choir; On the day of rest divine, All the week they drudge away, No more time for you, than that- PUNCH. Appeared at the time of the Anti-popery excitement, produced by the titles of Cardinal Wiseman, etc. Utter not your cheerful sounds, Who denies you to the poor. Linnet, hist! and blackbird, hush! Robin, at the twilight dim, Soothe not, birds, his lonesome hours, Who to pen us tries, instead, Only let the raven croak And when he to rest has laid him, THE FIRST SENSIBLE VALENTINE. (ONE OF THE MOST ASTONISHING FRUITS OF THE EMIGRATION MANIA.) LET other swains, upon the best cream-laid Or, in despair, invoke the limner's aid To paint the sufferings they can not write: PUNCH. Upon their page, transfixed with numerous darts, Or, on one spit, let two pale pink calves' hearts Let ANGELINA there, as in a bower Of shrubs, unknown to LINDLEY, she reposes, For arts like these I've neither skill nor time; Your berth is taken, and your passage paid. "Twelve dozen shirts! twelve dozen collars," too! The horrid host of buttons and of strings Flashed on my spirit, and I thought—of you. "Surely," I said, as in my chest I dived That vast receptacle of all things known- (Her mark A 1, her size eight hundred tons), And though she 's nearly full, can take some more Dry goods, by measurement-say GREEN and SONS. Yes, fly with me! Had all our friends been blind, We might have married, and been happy here; But since young married folks the means must find The eyes of stern society to cheer, And satisfy its numerous demands, I think 'twill save us many a vain expense, If on our wedding cards this Notice stands, "At Home, at Ballarat, just three months hence !" A SCENE ON THE AUSTRIAN FRONTIER. PUNCH. "DEY must not pass !" was the warning cry of the Austrian sen tinel To one whose little knapsack bore the books he loved so well. "They must not pass? Now, wherefore not?" the wond'ring tourist cried; "No English book can pass mit me;" the sentinel replied. The tourist laughed a scornful laugh; quoth he, "Indeed, I hope There are few English books would please a Kaiser or a Pope; But these are books in common use: plain truths and facts they tell-" "Der Teufel! Den dey most not pass !" said the startled sentinel. "This Handbook to North Germany, by worthy Mr. MURRAY, "Sturmwetter!" said the sentinel, "Come! cease dis idle babbles! For now Ich kann nicht let him pass, for fear he should be bad. tinel. "Dis PLATO, too, I ver mosh fear, he will corrupt the land, He has soch many long big words, Ich kann nicht onderstand." "My friend," the tourist said, "I fear you're really in the way to Quite change the proverb, and be friends with neither Truth nor PLATO. |