Full soon the sad effects of this
His frame began to show,

And join'd with this an evil came

Of quite another sort—

For while he drank, himself, his purse Was getting "something short."

For want of cash he soon had pawn'd One half that he possessed,

And drinking showed him duplicates

Beforehand of the rest!

So now his creditors resolved

To seize on his assets;

For why, they found that his half-pay Did not half pay his debts.

But Luff contrived a novel mode

His creditors to chouse;

For his own execution he

Put into his own house!

A pistol to the muzzle charged
He took devoid of fear;

Said he, "This barrel is my last,

So now for my last bier!"

Against his lungs he aimed the slugs, And not against his brain,

So he blew out his lights-and none

Could blow them in again!

A Jury for a Verdict met,

And gave it in these terms:"We find as how as certain slugs Has sent him to the worms!"

OOD-MORNING, Mr. What-d'ye-call! Well! here's another pretty job! Lord help my Lady!-what a smash!—if you had

only heard her sob!

It was all through Mr. Lambert: but for certain he

was winey,

To think for to go to sit down on a table full of

Chiney.

"Deuce take your stupid head!" says my Lady to

his very face;

But politeness, you know, is nothing when there's

Chiney in the case;

And if ever a woman was fond of Chiney to a

passion,

It's my mistress, and all sorts of it, whether new or old fashion.

Her brother's a sea-captain, and brings her home

shiploads

Such bonzes, and such dragons, and nasty squatting things like toads;

And great nidnoddin' mandarins, with palsies in the

head:

I declare I've often dreamt of them, and had night

mares in my bed.

But the frightfuller they are lawk! she loves them

all the better,

She'd have Old Nick himself made of Chiney if they'd

let her.

Lawk-a-mercy! break her Chiney, and it's breaking her very heart;

If I touched it, she would very soon say, "Mary, we

must part."

To be sure she is unlucky: only Friday comes

Master Randall,