5.

The very image of this present,

With which I won the wager pleasant?"
Will ended with a knowing wink-

Tom scratched his head and tried to think.
"Sir, begging pardon for inquiring,"
The landlord said, with grin admiring,
"What wager was it?" ·

"You remember

It happened, Tom, in last December.
In sport I bet a Jersey Blue,
That it was more than he could do
To make his finger go and come
In keeping with the pendulum,
Repeating till the hour should close,
Still Here she goes--and there she goes!
He lost the bet in half a minute."

6. "Well, if I would, a witch is in it!" Exclaimed the landlord; "try me yet, And fifty dollars be the bet."

7.

"Agreed, but we will play some trick,
To make you of the bargain sick!"
"I'm up to that!"

"Don't make us wait

Begin the clock is striking eight."

He seats himself, and left and right

His finger wags with all its might,

And hoarse his voice, and hoarser grows,
With-" Here she goes-and there she goes!"

8. "Hold!" said the Yankee, "plank the ready!" The landlord wagged his finger steady,

While his left hand, as well as able,

Conveyed a purse upon the table.
"Tom! with the money let's be off!"

This made the landlord only scoff.

9. He heard them running down the stair,
But was not tempted from his chair;
Thought he "The fools! I'll bite them yet!
So poor a trick sha'n't win the bet."
And loud and long the chorus rose
Of-" Here she goes-and there she goes!"
While right and left his finger swung,
In keeping to his clock and tongue.

10. His mother happened in to see
Her daughter; "Where is Mrs. B-?"
When will she come, do you suppose?
Son!"-

"Here she goes-and there she goes!"

Son! why that steady gaze and sad?
Those words-that motion-are you mad?
But here's your wife, perhaps she knows.
And-"

"Here she goes-and there she goes!"

12. His wife surveyed him with alarm,
And rushed to him and seized his arm;
He shook her off, and to and fro
His finger persevered to go,

While curled his very nose with ire
That she against him should conspire;
And with more furious tone arose

The "Here she goes-and there she goes!"

13. "Lawks!" screamed the wife, “I'm in a whirl!
Run down and bring the little girl;

She is his darling, and who knows
But-"

"Here she goes-and there she goes!"

14. "Lawks! he is mad! What made him thus ?
Goodness! what will become of us?
Run for a doctor!-run, run, run!—
For Doctor Brown, and Doctor Dun,
And Doctor Black, and Doctor White,
And Doctor Grey, with all your might!"

15. The doctors came, and looked, and wondered, And shook their heads, and paused, and pondered.

Then one proposed he should be bled

"No, leeched you mean," the other said

"Clap on a blister!" roared another

"No! cup him"-"No! trepan him, brother."

16. The sixth produced a box of pills,

A certain cure for earthly ills:

"I had a patient yesternight,"

Quoth he, "and wretched was her plight,

And as the only means to save her,
Three dozen patent pills I gave her;
And by to-morrow I suppose

That"

"Here she goes-and there she goes!"

17. "You all are fools!" the lady said—
"The way is just to shave his head.
Run! bid the barber come anon."
"Thanks, mother!" thought her clever son;
"You help the knaves that would have bit me,

But all creation sha'n't outwit me!"

Thus to himself, while to and fro
His finger perseveres to go,

And from his lips no accent flows

But-"Here she goes-and there she goes!"

18. The barber came-" Mercy me! what A queerish customer I've got;

But we must do our best to save him—

So hold him, gemmen, while I shave him!"
But here the doctors interpose-

"A woman never

"There she goes!".

19. "A woman is no judge of physic,
Not even when her baby is sick,

Let's cup him❞—“ Leech him”-" Pills! pills! pills!"—
And all the house the uproar fills.

20. What means that smile? What means that shiver?

The landlord's limbs with rapture quiver,

And triumph brightens up his face

His finger yet shall win the race;

The clock is on the stroke of nine

And up he starts-" "Tis mine! 'tis mine!"
"What do you mean?"

21.

"I mean the fifty;

22.

I never spent an hour so thrifty!—
But
you who tried to make me lose,
Go, burst with envy, if you choose!
But how is this? where are they?"

"Who?"

"The gentlemen-I mean the two
Came yesterday-are they below?"
"They galloped off an hour ago."
"Oh, leech me! blister! shave and bleed!
For, hang the knaves, I'm mad indeed!"

LESSON CLXVIII.

THE SONGS OF FINGAL AND COLMA.

J. MACPHERSON.

1. I HAVE seen the walls of Balclutha, but they were desolate. The fire had resounded in the halls; and the voice of the people is heard no more. The stream of Clutha was removed from its place by the fall of the walls. The thistle shook there its lonely head; the moss whistled to the wind. The fox looked out from the windows; the rank grass of the wall waved round its head. Desolate is the dwelling of Moina; silence is in the house of her fathers. Raise the song of mourning, O bards! over the land of strangers. They have but fallen before us; for one day we must fall.

2. Why dost thou build the hall, son of the winged days? Thou lookest from thy towers to-day: yet a few years, and the blast of the desert comes; it howls in thy empty court. and whistles round thy half-worn shield. And let the blast of the desert come; we shall be renowned in our day! The mark of my arm shall be in battle, my name in the song of bards. Raise the song, send round the shell; let joy be heard in my hall. When thou, sun of heaven, shalt fail! if thou shalt fail, thou mighty light! if thy brightness is but for a season, like Fingal, our fame shall survive thy beams.

3. Such was the song of Fingal in the day of his joy.