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"And no great wonder," Death replies ; "However, you still keep your eyes; "And, sure, to see one's loves and friends, "For legs and arms would make amends." "Perhaps," says Dobson, 80 it might, "But latterly I've lost my sight." "This is a shocking story, faith;

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"Yet there's some comfort still," says Death: "Each strives your sadness to amuse; "I warrant you hear all the news." "There's none," cries he; "I'm grown so deaf I cannot hear." "Nay then," the spectre stern rejoin'd, "These are unjustifiable yearnings; "If you be lame, and deaf, and blind, "You've had your Three sufficient Warnings. "So come along, no more we'll part!" He said, and touch'd him with his dart; And now, old Dobson, turning pale, Yields to his fate: so ends my tale.

MAN AND WOMAN.

An ape, a lion, a fox, and an ass,
Do show forth man's life as it were in a glass;
For apish we are till twenty and one,
And after that lions till forty be gone;
Then wily as foxes till threescore and ten;
And after that asses, and so no more men.

A dove, a sparrow, a parrot, and crow,
As plainly set forth how you women may know;
Harmless they are till thirteen be gone;
Then wanton as sparrows till forty draw on;
Then prating as parrots till threescore be o'er,
Then birds of ill omen, and women no more..

THE SUICIDE'S GRAVE.

To a lone grave at midnight his frail corse was borne,
The jest of the rabble-their scoff and their scorn;
His visage unshrouded, exposed to the gaze,

Shone ghastly and grim, 'neath the torch's red blaze!
No friend closed his eyelids-no kindred was near,
No relative hallow'd his dust with a tear;
And none of the heartless, the brutalized throng,
E'er grieved for the outrage, or pitied the wrong.
Yet one kindly bosom denied not a sigh;

One step sought his grave when none other was nigh;
A small lily hand pluck'd the weed from his bed,
And fain would have cherish'd a flow'ret instead.
Ah! vain was the hope-there no flow'ret will bloom.
Accursed is the soil, more accursed is the tomb :
Apostacy, shame, and dishonour are there;

At the foot grins fell Scorn-at the head frowns Despair!
And thither in triumph the arch-fiend hath past,
And high rose his yell o'er the growl of the blast:
Exulting he laughed 'midst his merciless host,

O'er the spirit's dark doom-o'er the soul that was lost!
For in that evil hour-when the suicide fell,

There was sorrow in Heaven-but laughter in hell!

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There's a small barren spot, near yon dark waving pines, Where the dew never falls where the sun never shines; Where the night-shade and wolf's-bane creep thickly beneath,

Where the gloom is intense as the shadow of death; Where the raven by day, with his ill-omen'd croak, Breaks the silence around, from the storm-stricken oak; Where the meteor her wild fire flashes at e'en

And strange voices are heard, and strange beings are

seen;

Where worlds would not tempt the fair maiden to stray, Where the shepherd or hunter will not bend their way; There the larch and the cypresses mournfully waveAvoid that dread place-'tis THE SUICIDE'S GRAVE!

BRISTLE AND LAPSTONE.

A Burlesque on the Quarrel Scene of "Edward and Warwick."

BRISTLE. Let me have no spunging coves; above all, keep Lapstone from my sight!

LAPSTONE (entering, throws off an old ironing blanket.) Twig him here! (putting his thumb to his nose.) No velcome guest, it seems, unless I axes snubnose Suke, our housemaid's leave; there vos a time vhen Lapstone vanted not her aid to get admission to your cobbling crib.

BRIS. There vos a time vhen Lapstone more desired and more deserved it.

LAP. Never! I've been a foolish faithful slavey all my seven years; the morning of my life has been devoted to your shop. Vot are now the fruits?-rags and hunger. My spotless name, vich never yet the chandlerkin refused to trust, made the mock for other snobs to chaff at; but 'tis fit that they who trust in petty masters should be thus treated.

BRIS. I thought, my cove, I had full vell repaid your services, vith wittles, drink, and clothes unlimited. Thy au-directing hand guided so nicely every move of business, and vorked the whole consarn. Lapstone vos awl in awl, vhile Master Bristle sat on his seat, and did as much as come to-nothink.

LAP. Who got thee strap, and occasioned for thee a new seat o' work? Thy undistinguished name had been unnoticed, and lingered in obscurity, had not Lapstone been bound to thee, and brought thee five bob to set thee on thy legs again. Thou knowest, thy cobbling tools, doomed perhaps like some to be seized by the broker's hand, going for so many veeks vithout paying your rent, but for me had morrissed. In von cloudy night I fetched a truck, bilked the old Charlies in the street, and steered your shattered sticks safe into the alley. You may despise that useless aid vich you no longer vant; but know, old boy, he vot forgets a friend deserves a foe.

BRIS. Know too, that chaff and cheek for benefit received, pays every debt, and does the obligation

brown.

LAP. Vy, that's indeed a nice vay to get out! vnen a debt grows burdensome, and cannot be viped out, kick up a row, and then it vill cost you not a mag.

BRIS. Vhen you have numbered over the rigmarole of jobs that you have done for me, you may recollect the vollopings I have guved you; let me know all, and I vill give you satisfaction.

LAP. Thou canst not-thou hast robbed me of a voman it is not in thy power to restore; I vas von, shall future coves say, vot bilked the chandlerkin to serve a ramping snob. Moonshiners in arter nights, mere instruments perhaps of cheating lodgers, shall recall my name, to vitness that they vant not an example, and plead my bolting the moon to sanctify themselves. Among the lot o' ragged rascals vot haunt your shop, could none be found but Lapstone to do your dirty vork.

BRIS. And vouldst thou then turn snitch on me? If I have broke my nob and bilked my landlord, thank thy own adwisings, that urged me to it and got me into sich a line.

LAP. I've been gammoned, diddled, and done brown; my hungry belly cries aloud for wittals; it never will be filled.

BRIS. These rappings out vill but make it vorser, and if I have been right informed, besides the daily goings vithout grub, you have vants as bad, though not so fatal, vhich none but red-haired Bet can cure.

LAP. Red haired Bet!

BRIS. Nay, start not, 'tis I have cause to rap out most. I little thought vhen Lapstone told me I might learn to chaff, he vas himself wide avake to put me flybut I've diskivered all.

LAP. And so have I too vell I knows you has been nutty there,-thy base endeavours to cut me

out.

BRIS. I turn up my nose at it, sir. Red-haired

Bet has blunt, and I have equal right wi' you to try for't; nor see l ought to come over me in the mug of gin-drinking Lapstone, that he alone should hang his hat up there, and collar all her browns. I knowed not on your love.

LAP. By jingo, that's a crammer, you knowed it all, and meanly had the check to tipple vith a veak unguarded voman; to tempt her appetite, to treat her vith hot peas-pudding and cold faggots, and basely smugged a jewel vich your shop could never buy.

BRIS. Who put you fly? but be it as it may, I had a right, nor vill I like a spooney yield my claim,-cogg up the chance to choose a covess for my shop and dab: look at my sign board?

LAP. Your sign board ? vhat! that ere! a borrowed deal board hanging over the door, with vhite-vashed lustre, you have it, sir, and hang it out, to gull the people.

BRIS. And therefore do I prize it. I vould cobble for 'em, and they shall pay me for it; but vhen a covey, vith his cheek, chaffs at his master, treads on his toes, and vorks for less, the people in justice to themselves, vill pay full price, and have 'em done vell.

LAP. Go and gull the people, for soon, if I mistake not, 'twill be needful; see if one of 'em vill send a shoe if forbids 'em.

BRIS. Is it so, my cock? then take a chalk-I have been a raw too long, and you have queered me in a pretty vay, but henceforth know, my cock, I vas thy master, and vill be so-the snob that lets another gull him, but ill deserves the tile he vears.

LAP. (bonnets Bristle on the hat) Look vell, then, to your own, it sits but loosely on your nob, for know the cove 'hat diddled Lapstone, never passed unpummelled yet.

BRIS. Nor he vot gammoned Bristle. You may snivel for this, sir. Ulloa! votchman! collar this cove, take him to the votch-house, there let him learn good breeding.

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