If it is; or if it is n't, We would really like to know, There are some who make it so. [Arthur's Magazine. TOBY TOSSPOT. ONCE on a time,-Toby Tosspot height,- Like Monsieur Corkscrew worming through a cork, At length, with near four bottles in his pate, He saw the moon a shining on Shove's brass plate, And being civil beyond measure, "Ring it!" says Toby,-"Very well; But the first peal 'woke Isaac in a fright, Pale as a parsnip,-bolt upright. At length, he wisely to himself doth say,-calming his fears,"Tush! 'tis some fool has rung and run away;" When peal the second rattled in his ears! Shove jumped into the middle of the floor; And, trembling at each breath of air that stirred, He groped down stairs, and opened the street door, While Toby was performing peal the third. Isaac eyed Toby, fearfully askant,— And saw he was a strapper stout and tall, Then put this question ;-"Pray, sir, what d' ye want ?" Says Toby,-"I want nothing, sir, at all." "Want nothing!-Sir, you've pulled my bell, I vow, As if you'd jerk it off the wire." Quoth Toby,-gravely making him a bow,- “At_mine !”—“Yes, yours; I hope I've done it well; LOGIC. AN Eton stripling,-training for the law, A dunce at syntax, but a dab at taw,One happy Christmas, laid upon the shelf His cap and gown, and stores of learned pelf, With all the deathless bards of Greece and Rome, To spend a fortnight at his uncle's home. Returned, and passed the usual how-d' ye-do's, Inquiries of old friends, and college news."Well, Tom, the road? what saw you worth discerning? How's all at college, Tom? what is 't you 're learning?" "Learning?-oh, logic, logic; not the shallow rules Of Lockes and Bacons, antiquated fools! But wits' and wranglers' logic; for, d'ye see, I'll prove, as clear as A, B, C, That an eel-pie 's a pigeon; to deny it, Is to say black's not black.". '—" Come, let's try it ?". "Well, sir; an eel-pie is a pie of fish.”—“ Agreed." "Fish-pie may be a jack-pie."-" Well, well, proceed." "A jack-pie is a John-pie,-and 'tis done! For every John-pie must be a pie-John,” (pigeon). To show how much I logic love, in course "A horse!" quoth Tom; "blood, pedigree, and paces! Till under a large tree Sir Peter stopp'd, Caught at a branch and shook it, when down fell A fine horse-chestnut in its prickly shell. "There, Tom, take that." "Well, sir, and what beside ?" "Why, since you're booted, saddle it and ride." "Ride! what a chestnut, sir." "Of course, For I can prove that chestnut is a horse: The matter follows, as a thing of course, That a horse-chestnut is a chestnut horse." [Anonymous. APOLOGY FOR THE PIG. JACOB, I do not love to see thy nose Is he obstinate? We must not, Jacob, be deceived by words, Nay, Jacob, look at him; Those eyes have taught the lover flattery. Behold his tail, my friend; with curls like that The last charge, he lives With precedents right reverend and noble, That 'tis a very honorable thing To thrive by dirty ways. But let me rest No prejudice. Dirt? Jacob, what is dirt? Pleads with me, and has won thee to the smile [Southey. THE DUEL. IN Brentford town of old renown, To see her ride from Hammersmith, By all it was allowed, Such fair "outside" was never seen,— An angel on a cloud. Said Mr. Bray to Mr. Clay, "You choose to rival me, And court Miss Bell; but there your court "Unless you now give up your suit, You may repent your love;- "So, pray, before you woo her more, Consider what you do: If you pop aught to Lucy Bell, I'll pop it into you." |