Love the bronzed pipes of thy men, Oh, que j'aime the "oui," the "bah," And the allgemeine "so"! THE DEATH OF THE SEA SERPENT. Arma virumque cano, qui first in Monongahela Tarnally squampushed the sarpent, mittens horrentia tella. Musa, look sharp with your Banjo! I guess to relate this event, I Mighty slick were the vessels progressing, Jactata per æquora ventis, For whales had been scarce in those parts, and the skipper, so long as he'd known her, Ne'er had gathered less oil in a cruise to gladden the heart of her owner. "Darn the whales," cries the skipper at length, "with a telescope forte videbo Aut pisces, aut terras." While speaking, just two or three points on the lea bow, He saw coming towards them as fast as though to a combat 'twould tempt 'em, A monstrum horrendum informe (qui lumen was shortly ademptum). fore us Is the real old sea sarpent himself, cristis maculisque decorus." "Consarn it," cried one of the sailors, "if e'er we provoke him he'll kill us, Marshals his cute little band, now panting their foes to beleaguer (Blackskin, you know, never feels, how sweet, 'tis pro patria mori; Ovid had him in view when he said, "Nimium ne crede colori.") Now swiftly they pull towards the monster, who seeing the cutter and gig nigh, Glares at them with terrible eyes, suffectis sanguine et igni, And, never conceiving their chief will so quickly deal him a floorer, "Starn all," cry the sailors at once, for they think he has certainly caught 'em, Præsentemque viris intentant omnia mortem. But the bold skipper exclaims, "O terque quaterque beati! This hoss feels like raising his hair, and in spite of his scaly old cortex, Prospiciens sadly around, wiped his eye with the cuff of his paletôt; But the skipper, who thought it was time to this terrible fight dare finem, crinem, And hurling the scalp in the air, half mad with delight to possess it, Concatenation or Chain Verse. LASPHRISE'S NOVELTIES. LASPHRISE, a French poet of considerable merit, claims the invention of several singularities in verse, and among them the following, in which it will be found that the last word of every line is the first word of the following line: Falloit-it que le ciel me rendit amoureux, Subjoined are examples in our own vernacular : TO DEATH. The longer life, the more offence; The shorter life, less count I find; The less account, the sooner made; Come, gentle death, the ebb of care; The ebb of care the flood of life; The joyful fare, the end of strife- TRUTH. Nerve thy soul with doctrines noble, Noble in the walks of Time, Youth exultant in its beauty, Beauty found in the quest of Truth. TRYING SKYING. Long I looked into the sky, Sky aglow with gleaming stars, Free to leave its lowly place, Place to prove with yonder spheres, A RINGING SONG. The following gem is from an old play of Shakspeare's time, called The True Trojans : The sky is glad that stars above With pretty chirping metre; The sea with rivers' water doth Feed plants and flowers so dainty; Bouts Rimés. BOUTS RIMÉS, or Rhyming Ends, afford considerable amusement. They are said by Goujet to have been invented by Dulot, a French poet, who had a custom of preparing the rhymes of sonnets, leaving them to be filled up at leisure. Having been robbed of his papers, he was regretting the loss of three hundred sonnets. His friends were astonished that he had written so many of which they had never heard. "They were blank sonnets," said he, and then explained the mystery by describing his "Bouts Rimés." The idea appeared ridiculously amusing, and it soon became a fashionable pastime to collect some of the most difficult rhymes, and fill up the lines. An example is appended : nettle, pains. mettle. remains. natures. rebel. graters. The rhymes may be thus completed : Tender-handed stroke a nettle, And it stings you for your pains; And it soft as silk remains. "Tis the same with common natures, A sprightly young belle, who was an admirer of poetry, would often tease her beau, who had made some acquaintance with the muses, to write verses for her. One day, becoming quite importunate, she would take no denial. "Come, pray, do now write some poetry for me-won't you? I'll help you out. I'll |