A scamp well known to annals of fame, Or near it somewhere, The monster met him, demanding redress, "Be not too free, In applying abusive words to me; A terrible bustle, They make, as around the room they wrestle; THANKSGIVING DAY. COME home from the college, ye ringlet-haired youth; Come home from the factories, Ann, Kate, and Ruth; From the anvil, the counter, the farm, come away, Home, home with you, home, it is Thanksgiving Day ! The table is spread, and the dinner is dressed, Or dreamed of a treat like our Thanksgiving Day! Pies, puddings, and custards, pigs, oysters, and nuts, Thrice welcome the day in its annual round! Now children revisit the darling old place, And the same voices shout at the old cottage door! The grandfather smiles on the innocent mirth, Then praise for the past and the present we sing, [Henry Ware, Jun. THE COLLEGIAN AND THE JANITOR. That is, he understood computing The odds at any race or match; Was a dead hand at pigeon-shooting; Could kick up rows,-knock down the watch,— Play truant and the rake at random,— Drink,-tie cravats, and drive a tandem. Remonstrance, fine, and rustication, So far from working reformation, Seemed but to make his lapses greater, Till he was warned that next offense Would have this certain consequence,Expulsion from his Alma Mater. One need not be a necromancer To guess that, with so wild a wight, Home as the midnight chimes were tolling, Made the street echo its alarum ; "Who's there?—I s'pose, young Harum-scarum.' "Tis I, my worthy Ben,-'TIS HARRY." 66 "Ay, so I thought; and there you'll tarry. 'Tis past the hour, the gates are closed, You know my orders,-I shall lose My place, if I undo the door." "And I, young Hopeful interposed, Shall be expelled, if you refuse; 66 So prithee "-Ben began to snore. "I'm wet," cried Harry, "to the skin; Hip! halloo! Ben!-Don't be a ninny; Beneath the gate I've thrust a guinea,-So tumble out and let me in." "Humph!" growled the greedy old curmudgeon, Half overjoyed and half in dudgeon, "Now you may pass; but make no fuss, On tiptoe walk, and hold your prate." "Look on the stones, old Cerberus," Cried Harry as he passed the gate; "I've dropped a shilling; take the light, You'll find it just outside;-good night." Behold the porter in his shirt, Cursing the rain, which never stopped, Groping and raking in the dirt, And all without success: but that Is hardly to be wondered at, Because no shilling had been dropped; So he gave o'er the search at last, With sundry oaths, and growls, and groans, Of Harry mimicking old Ben. To ring so loud;-I've locked the gate, "Psha! Mr. Dashington, remember This is the middle of November. I'm stripped; 't is raining cats and dogs." "Hush! hush!" quoth Hal, "I'm fast asleep" And then he snored as loud and deep As a whole company of hogs. "But, harkye, Ben, I'll grant admittance At the same rate I paid myself." "Nay, master, leave me half the pittance," Replied the avaricious elf. "No; all or none, -a full acquittance; 66 66 The terms, I know, are somewhat high; I won't take less, I can't afford it." Drew out the guinea, and restored it. Something, now you've done your joking, "O! surely, surely," Harry said; And you're half drowned, and quite undressed,— I'll give you leave to go to bed." [Horace Smith, JOHN LITTLEJOHN. Instead of silver, money of brass, He took his hammer, and said, with a frown,— "The coin is spurious, nail it down." John Littlejohn was firm and true, You could not cheat him in "two and two ;" When foolish arguers, might and main, Daikened and twisted the clear and plain, He saw, through the mazes of their speech, The simple truth beyond their reach; And crushing their logic, said with a frown,"Your coin is spurious, nail it down." |