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better return to the supper which I ordered at Toledo.” Thus saying, he rang a gold bell which stood on a table next the Pope. The door opened without delay, and the Moorish servant came in. The Pope looked round, and found himself in the subterraneous study under the Tagus. “Desire the cook,” said Don Julian to the maid, “to put but one partridge to roast; for I will not throw away the other on the Dean of Santiago.”
THE CHILD AND HIND.
With forest flowers entwined.
When organs ceased to sound,
The deer-park's pleasant ground.
And with them wandered free
A gladsome sight to see.
The youngest of the seven,
The cherubim of heaven.
To parent, sister, brother,
Confided in the other.
With love beyond all measure ;
As misers gather treasure.
Unnoticed, he contrived to glide
Adown a greenwood alley,
A streamlet in the valley.
And there, where under beech and birch,
The rivulet meandered ; He strayed, till neither shout nor search,
Could track where he had wandered.
Still louder, with increasing dread,
They call his darling name;
An echo only came.
Hours passed, till evening's beetle roams,
And blackbird's songs begin;
Save Wilhelm's kith and kin.
The night came on--all others slept
Their cares away till morn; But sleepless, all night watched and wept
That family forlorn.
Betimes the town-crier had been sent
With loud bell up and down; And told th' afflicting accident
Throughout Wiesbaden's town.
The news reached Nassau's duke-ere earth
Was gladdened by the lark, He sent a hundred soldiers forth
To ransack all his park.
But though they roused up beast and bird
From many a nest and den, No signal of success was heard
From all the hundred men,
A second morning's light expands,
Unfound the infant fair; And Wilhelm's household wring their hands,
Abandoned to despair.
But, haply, a poor artisan
Searched ceaselessly, till he Found safe asleep the little one
Beneath a beechen tree.
His hand still grasped a bunch of flowers;
And—true, though wondrous-near To sentry his reposing hours,
There stood a female deer,
Who dipped her horns at all that passed
The spot where Wilhelm lay;
And bear the boy away.
Speech, reason, were unknown-
As if it were her own !
BEFORE AND AFTER MARRIAGE.
HOW THE GENTLEMEN DO BEFORE MARRIAGE.
Oh! then they come flattering,
ever you “valtz;" Or fuming and fussing enough for a dozen if you romp
with your cousin ; Continually stopping, when out a-shopping, and bank
notes dropping, Not seeking to win money, calling it “ tin" money, and
promising pin money; Like pic-nics at Twickenham, off lovely cold chicken,
ham, and champagne to quicken 'em ; Detesting one's walking without John too goes stalking,
to prevent the men talking : Think you still in your teens, wont let you eat “greens,"
and hate Crinolines; Or heaping caresses, if you curl your back tresses, or
wear low-neck'd dresses; Or when up the river, almost sure to diskiver that beats
all to shiver, the sweet Guadalquiver; Or seeing death-fetches if the tooth-ache one catches,
making picturesque sketches of the houses of .
wretches; Or with loud double knocks brings from Ebers' a box,
to see “Box and Cox,” or pilfer one's locks to
mark their new stocks ; Or whilst you are singing a love song so stinging, they
vow they'll be swinging, or in Serpentine springing, unless to them clinging, you'll go wedding
ringing, and for life mend their linen. Now the gentlemen sure I've no wish to disparage, But this is the way they go on before marriage.
HOW DO THE GENTLEMEN DO AFTER MARRIAGE ? Oh! then nothing pleases 'em, But everything teazes 'em, Then they're grumbling and snarlingYou're a “fool,” not a “ darling ;" Though they're as rich as the Ingies, They're the stingiest of stingies; And what is so funny, They've never got money; Only ask 'em for any And they haven't a penny; But what passes all bounds, On themselves they'll spend poundsGive guineas for lunch Off real turtle and punch ; Each week a noise brings about, when they pitch all
the things about; Now bowing in mockery, now smashing the crockery; Scolding and swearing, their bald heads tearing; Storming and raging past all assuaging. Heaven preserve us ! it makes one so nervous, To hear the door slam to, to be called simple ma'am too ; (I wonder if Adam called Mrs. Eve Madam ;) As a matter of course they'll have a divorce ; Or “my Lord Duke" intends to send you home to your
friends, And allow ten pounds a quarter for yourself and your daughter;