Supped, frolicked, late retired to rest, The breakfast over, Tom and Will Sent for the landlord and the bill; Tom! the surprise is quite a shock!" "What wonder? where?" "The clock! the clock!" Tom and the landlord in amaze Stared at the clock with stupid gaze, And for a moment neither spoke; At last the landlord silence broke: "You mean the clock that 's ticking there? Though may be, if the truth were told, "Tom, do n't you recollect," said Will, "The clock in Jersey near the mill, 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 To make his finger go and come In keeping with the pendulum, "Well, if I would, the deuce is in it!" Exclaimed the landlord; "try me yet, And fifty dollars be the bet." "Agreed, but we will play some trick To make you of the bargain sick!" "I'm up to that!" "Do n't make us wait; Begin, the clock is striking eight." "Hold," said the Yankee, "plank the ready!” The landlord wagged his fingers 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. He heard them running down the stair, Thought he, "The fools! I'll bite them yet! And loud and loud the chorus rose His mother happened in, to see "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, While curled his very nose with ire, The "Here she goes—and there she goes!” "Lawks!" screamed the wife, "I'm in a whirl! Run down and bring the little girl; She is his darling, and who knows "Here she goes—and there she goes!" "Lawks! he is mad! What made him thus? For Doctor Brown, and Doctor Dun, The doctors came, and looked and wondered, "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, The eighth, just come from a dissection, A certain cure for earthly ills; "I had a patient yesternight," Quoth he, "and wretched was her plight, "Here she goes-and there she goes!" "You all are fools," the lady said, Run, bid the barber come anon—” 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!" The barber came—“Lord help him! what But we must do our best to save him— So hold him, gemmen, while I shave him!" "A woman never-" "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 face- 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! I never spent an hour so thrifty; "Who?" "The gentlemen—I mean the two She Died in Beauty. JAMES NACK. SHE died in beauty,—like a rose She died in beauty,—like a lay She died in beauty,-like the song She died in beauty,-like the snow Lost on the brow of day. |