VI. There was a life, I assever! With reasons That lead me to scorn every star-gazing Ass; And because I loved it, at certain seasons 'T is a pleasure to gaze in the looking-glass. When the bright sun beckons the spring, greendeckt, up, The Ape swells within me; whenever I see Mortals look skyward, walking erect up, I long for a Tail and a large strong Tree! ROBERT BUCHANAN. THE UNIVERSITY OF GOTTINGEN. BY ONE ELEVEN YEARS IN PRISON. WHENE'ER with haggard eyes I view niversity of Gottingen, niversity of Gottingen. [Weeps, and pulls out a blue kerchief, with which he wipes his eyes; gazing tenderly at it, he proceeds:] Sweet kerchief, checked with heavenly blue, Which once my love sat knotting inAlas, Matilda then was true! At least I thought so at the U. niversity of Gottingen, niversity of Gottingen. Barbs! barbs! alas! how swift you flew, Her neat post-wagon trotting in! Ye bore Matilda from my view; Forlorn I languished at the U niversity of Gottingen, This faded form! this pallid hue! niversity of Gottingen, There first for thee my passion grew, niversity of Gottingen, I give thee sixpence! I will see thee damned English and Irish, French and Spanish, Germans, Italians, Dutch and Danish, Crossing their veins until they vanish In one conglomeration! So subtle a tangle of blood, indeed, Depend upon it, my snobbish friend, JOHN G. SAXE. And for tricks that are vain, The heathen Chinee is peculiar : Which the same I would rise to explain. Ah Sin was his name; And I shall not deny In regard to the same What that name might imply; But his smile it was pensive and childlike, As I frequent remarked to Bill Nye. It was August the third, And quite soft was the skies, Which it might be inferred That Ah Sin was likewise : Yet he played it that day upon William Which we had a small game, He did not understand; But he smiled, as he sat by the table, With the smile that was childlike and bland. Yet the cards they were stocked In a way that I grieve, At the state of Nye's sleeve, Which was stuffed full of aces and bowers, And the same with intent to deceive. But the hands that were played By that heathen Chinee, And the points that he made, Were quite frightful to see Till at last he put down a right bower, Which the same Nye had dealt unto me. Then I looked up at Nye, And he gazed upon me; And he rose with a sigh, And said, "Can this be? We are ruined by Chinese cheap labor," And he went for that heathen Chinee. In the scene that ensued I did not take a hand, But the floor it was strewed Like the leaves on the strand With the cards that Ah Sin had been hiding In the game "he did not understand." In his sleeves, which were long, Which was coming it strong, Yet I state but the facts. And we found on his nails, which were taperWhat is frequent in tapers- that's wax. Which is why I remark, And my language is plain, That for ways that are dark, And for tricks that are vain, The heathen Chinee is peculiar Which the same I am free to maintain. FRANCIS BRET HARTE. NONSENSE. GOOD reader, if you e'er have seen, Floats wild along the winding shore, If you have seen through mist of eve The fairy train their ringlets weave, Glancing along the spangled green ; If you have seen all this, and more, God bless me ! what a deal you've seen! THOMAS MOORE. WOMAN'S WILL. AN EPIGRAM. MEN dying make their wills--but wives Escape a work so sad ; Why should they make what all their lives The gentle dames have had? JOHN GODFREY SAXE. BACHELOR'S HALL. BACHELOR'S HALL, what a comical place it is! Keep me from such all the days of my life! Sure but he knows what a burning disgrace it is, Never at all to be getting a wife. See the old bachelor, gloomy and sad enough, Fussing around while he's making his fire; His kettle has tipt up, och, honey, he's mad enough, If he were present, to fight with the squire ! Pots, dishes, and pans, and such other commodities, Ashes and praty-skins, kiver the floor; Devil a drop of hot water will visit ye. |