'T was at Christmas, I think, when I met with Miss Chase, Yes-for Morris had asked me to dine And I thought I had never beheld such a face, Or so noble a turkey and chine. Placed close by her side, it made others quite wild How she blushed as I gave her some turtle, and smiled I looked and I languished, alas! to my cost, With a rent-roll that told of my houses and land, I asked her to have me for weal or for woe, We went to it certainly was the sea-side; O, never may memory lose sight of that year, So happy, like hours, all our days seemed to haste, A long life I looked for of bliss with my bride, My dearest took ill at the turn of the year, In vain she was doctored, in vain she was dosed, For months still I lingered in hope and in doubt, She died, and she left me the saddest of men, But when I beheld Virtue's friends in their cloaks, O my grief poured a flood! and the out-of-door folks FAITHLESS NELLY GRAY. A PATHETIC BALLAD. BEN BATTLE was a soldier bold, Now, as they bore him off the field, And the Forty-second Foot!" THOMAS HOOD. The army-surgeons made him limbs: But there's as wooden members quite Now, Ben he loved a pretty maid, But when he called on Nelly Gray, "O, Nelly Gray! O, Nelly Gray Said she, "I loved a soldier once "Before you had those timber toes, But then, you know, you stand upon "O, Nelly Gray! O, Nelly Gray! For all your jeering speeches, At duty's call I left my legs, In Badajos's breaches !" "Why then," said she, "you've lost the feet Of legs in war's alarms, And now you can not wear your shoes Upon your feats of arms!" "O, false and fickle Nelly Gray! I know why you refuse : : Though I've no feet-some other man "I wish I ne'er had seen your face; But now, a long farewell! Now, when he went from Nelly Gray, His heart so heavy got, And life was such a burden grown, It made him take a knot! So round his melancholy neck A rope he did entwine, One end he tied around a beam, And there he hung, till he was dead For, though distress had cut him up, A dozen men sat on his corpse, To find out why he died And they buried Ben in four cross-roads, NO! No sun-no moon! No morn-no noon THOMAS HOOD. No dawn-no dusk-no proper time of day No sky-no earthly view No distance looking blue No road-no street-no "t' other side the way"— No end to any Row No indications where the Crescents go No top to any steeple No recognitions of familiar people— No courtesies for showing 'em- To traveling at all-no locomotion, No news from any foreign coast— No park-no ring-no afternoon gentility— No warmth, no cheerfulness, no healthful ease, JACOB OMNIUM'S HOSS. A NEW PALLICE COURT CHANT. W. MAKEPEACE THACKERAY. ONE sees in Viteall Yard, Vere pleacemen do resort, A wenerable hinstitute, 'Tis called the Pallis Court. A gent as got his i on it, I think will make some sport. The natur of this Court Here set & spin their viles; The Judge of this year Court |