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“ Here she goes—and there she goes ! ” “Here! where ?"—the lady in surprise
His finger followed with her eyes;
“ Here she goes—and there she goes !”
His wife surveyed him with alarm,
“Lawks!” screamed the wife, “I'm in a whirl!
“Here she goes—and there she goes ! "
“Lawks! he is mad! What made him thus?
The doctors came, and looked and wondered, And shook their heads, and paused and pondered, Till 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!"
A sixth would recommend a purge,
Here she goes—and there she goes / "
“You all are fools,” the lady said,
Run, bid the barber come anon—"
" There she goes /”
A woman is no judge of physic, Not even when her baby is sick. He must be bled"_"No-no-a blister". “A purge you mean "_“I say a clyster"“No-cup him "-"leech him "-"pills! pills! pills ! And all the house the uproar fills.
What means that smile? What means that shiver ? The landlord's limbs with rapture quiver, And triumph brightens up his faceHis finger yet shall win the race! The clock is on the stroke of nine And up he starts—“'T is mine! 't is mine!" “What do you mean?”
“I mean the fifty!
" Who?” “The gentlemen—I mean the two
Came yesterday_are they below ?” “They galloped off an hour ago." “Oh, purge me! blister! shave and bleed! For, hang the knaves, I'm mad indeed!”
She Died in Beauty.
She died in beauty,—like a rose
Blown from its parent stem;
Dropped from some diadem.
She died in beauty, like a lay
Along a moonlit lake;
Of birds amid the brake.
She died in beauty, like the snow
On flowers dissolved away;
Lost on the brow of day.
She lives in glory,---like night's gems
Set round the silver moon;
CHARLES DOYNE SILLEBI,
The New Tale of a Tub.
The Orient day was fresh and fair,
Blowing so near Bengal,
At any price at all.
from its bed with the voice of doom,
That its Ganges could n't quench.
No great Simoom rose up to-day,
But only a gentle breeze,
That a lady's bustle
Had made more rustle
Whenever the natives please;
A couple of Bengalese.
Resolved to seize
One was tall, the other was stout,
Where the breeze roved free about,
It might blow upon their blow-out.
The country plain gave a view as small
As ever man clapped his eyes on, Where the sense of sight did easily pall, For it kept on seeing nothing at all,
As far as the far horizon.
With its “ tiffin " I would n't quarrel)-
Betwixt a tub and a barrel.
It stood in the midst of that Indian plain,
And as stiff as if it were starching, -
Two gentlemen anxiously marching. Those two gentlemen were,
you please, The aforesaid couple of Bengalese; And the tub or barrel that stood beyond