And the Great Devil is rending toe and heel.*

If happiness you seek, to tell you truly,
We think she dwells with one Giovanni
Bulli;

A tramontane, a heretic,-the buck,
Poffaredio! still has all the luck;

By land or ocean never strikes his flag-
And then-a perfect walking money-bag.'
Off set our Prince to seek John Bull's
abode,

But first took France-it lay upon the road.

Monsieur Baboon, after much late commotion,

Was agitated like a settling ocean, Quite out of sorts, and could not tell what ail'd him,

Only the glory of his house had fail'd him;

Besides, some tumours on his noddle biding,

Gave indication of a recent hiding.t

Our Prince, though Sultauns of such things are heedless,

Thought it a thing indelicate and needless

To ask if at that moment he was happy.

And Monsieur, seeing that he was comme il faut, a

Loud voice mustered up, for Vive le Roi!

Then whisper'd,' Ave you any news of Nappy?'

The Sultaun answered him with a cross

The Calabrias, infested by bands of assassins. One of the leaders was called Fra Diavolo, i. e. Brother Devil.

Have left us scarcely raiment to our backs.'

'In that case, Seignior, I may take my leave;

I came to ask a favour--but I grieve’———— 'Favour?' said John, and eyed the Sultaun hard.

'It's my belief you came to break the yard!-

But, stay, you look like some poor foreign sinner,

Take that, to buy yourself a shirt and dinner.'

With that he chuck'd a guinea at his head;

But, with true dignity, the Sultaun said, 'Permit me, sir, your bounty to decline; A shirt indeed I seek, but none of thine. Signior, I kiss your hand, so fare you well.'

"Kiss and be d- -d,' quoth John,' and go to hell!'

And whereas erst she was a needy slattern,

Nor now of wealth or cleanliness a pattern,

Yet once a-month her house was partly swept,

And once a-week a plenteous board she kept.

And whereas eke the vixen used her claws,

And teeth, of yore, on slender provocation,

She now was grown amenable to laws,

A quiet soul as any in the nation; The sole remembrance of her warlike joys Was in old songs she sang to please her boys

John Bull, whom, in their years of early strife,

She wont to lead a cat-and-doggish life, Now found the woman, as he said, a neighbour,

Who look'd to the main chance, declined no labour,

Loved a long grace and spoke a northern jargon,

And was dd close in making of a bargain.

Then up got Peg, and round the house 'gan scuttle,

In search of goods her customer to nail, Until the Sultaun strain'd his princely throttle,

And hollow'd,-Ma'am, that is not what I ail.

Pray, are you happy, ma'am, in this snug 'Happy?' said Peg;' What for d'ye want glen? to ken?

Besides, just think upon this by-gane year,

Grain wadna pay the yoking of the pleugh.'

'What say you to the present?'-'Meal's sae dear,

To make their brose my bairns have

scarce aneugh.'

'The devil take the shirt,' said Solimann, 'I think my quest will end as it began. Farewell, ma'am; nay, no ceremony, I

beg'