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My gold in his purse dropped sweet
My iron o'er his lawn I threw,
With a merry whistle, whew!
4. The peer, from his old
With a lordly and high disdain ;
His ancestral oaks bedew;
With a piercing whistle, whew!
5. The Scot on his wild hill stood,
Defying my onward course,
He dared me a passage to force;
And the startled heathcock flew,
With a tearing whistle, whew!
6. Poor Pat from his bog looked round,
And mocked my advancing tread ;
And his little ones blessed me for bread;
When I made him my servant true,
To make way for the whistle, whew!
7. When I came to the crowded town,
They said I must stand outside ;
And they stared at my giant stride :
Then hiding, with cunning art,
I tunneled in darkness through,
With a fierce whiz, whistle, whew!
8. The old royal mail dashed on,
With its coachman and guard in state,
In its glory and pride elate;
As my steam-cloud rose in view,
Came to meet the whistle, whew!
9. Tis good that I pass along :
From the smoke of the city I bear
To fields and the fresh sweet air.
With boons for the country toom
With my stirring whistle, whew!
10. I fly like the tempest's wing,
Yet the timid have nought to fear-
An infant might check my career.
11. Away, away, away!
Who will not follow me? who?
Of my proud whiz, whistle, whew!
SHERIDAN AND THE HEIR.
1. A NUMEROUS party was assembled at the mansion of a northern squire. Among them were Sheridan and a young, wealthy heir, belonging to a neighboring county. This youth prided himself on the accident of his birth, and on his consequent acquisition of riches.
2. During the early part of the day, the stripling sneered at poverty, and spoke slightingly of authors, actors, and other classes of the community who afford occupation and amusement to thousands who would otherwise be devoured by ennui, or seek excitement in vicious pleasures. Sheridan was justly displeased at the want of tact, taste, and feeling in the rich young man, and waited for an opportunity of making him feel the edge of his keen rebuke.
3. At dinner were twenty guests. Sheridan sat on the left hand, at the bottom of the table; the youth on the right at the top; so that they were at opposite angles; and the whole party were so placed as to witness and hear what passed from either of them. The youth talked much of all that concerned him. He gave accounts of the wonderful leaping of his favorite hunter, of the distance his new double-barreled gun killed a wild duck, of the extraordinary stanchness of a crossbred setter, of his dexterity in catching salmon with a single hair, of his prowess in London, &c., &c., to the number of eighteen different circumstances.
4. After the removal of the second course, silence ensued. Sheridan availed himself of the moment, and thus addressed the youth, his voice insuring a continuation of the prevailing silence : “Sir, from the distance at which I sit from you, I did not hear with accuracy the whole of your interesting anecdotes. Permit me to ask
you whose hunter performed those extraordinary leaps.” The youth replied: "Mine, sir." Sheridan continued : “But whose gun killed so far!” Again the youth answered : 6 Mine, sir.” 66 Whose setter was so stanch ?"
“Mine, sir," repeated the victim. “Who caught the salmon, sir ?” “ I did," was faintly answered.
5. Sheridan was inexorable, and continued, with the utmost politeness of manner, until he had exhausted the whole eighteen items, and then dryly said : “So, you were the chief actor in every anecdote, and the author of them all. Is it not impolitic to depise your own professions ?” The youth left the mansion the following day, and was cured of his illiberality and egotism.
POETRY AND POVERTY.
1. 'Twas sung of old, how one Amphion
Could, by his verses, tame a lion;
could call the timber down,
A few old castles in the air.
Down from high strains, to ekes and ayes;
Yields nothing, but insipid water.
Of Nectar, and Elysian springs.
Pursues a sure and thriving trade;
4. In shady groves the muses play,
And love, in flow'ry meads, to stray ,
But then, some say, you purchase fame,
Thus soldiers, who in deadly battle
OOCASIONED BY A FLY DRINKING OUT OF THE AUTHOR'S CUP.
2. Both alike are mine and thine,
Hastening quick to their decline !