For ev'ry jest, and song, and merry tale,

Had this blithe ending-" Bring us t'other mug!
Now Dick the glazier feels his bosom burn,
To do his friend Tom Tinker a good turn;
And where the heart to friendship feels inclin'd,
Occasion seldom loiters long behind.

The kettle, gayly singing on the fire,
Gives Dick a hint just to his heart's desire;
Ard, while to draw more ale the landlord goes,
Dick in the ashes all the water throws;

Then puts the kettle on the fire again,
And at the tinker winks,

As "Trade success!" he drinks,

Nor doubts the wish'd success Tom will obtain.
Our landlord ne'er could such a toast withstand;
So giving each kind customer a hand,
His friendship too display'd,

And drank-"Success to trade !"

But, oh! how pleasure vanish'd from his eye,
How long and rueful his round visage grew,
Soon as he saw the kettle bottom fly,

Solder the only fluid he could view

He raved, he caper'd, and he swore,

And damn'd the kettle's body o'er and o'er.

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"Come, come," says Dick, "fetch us, my friend, more ale All trade you know must live;

Let's drink-May trade with none of us e'er fail'

The job to Tom then give;

And, for the ale he drinks, my lad of metal,

Take my word for it, soon will mend your kettle."
The landlord yields; but hopes 'tis no offence
To curse the trade that thrives at his expense.
Tom undertakes the job; to work he goes,
And just concludes it with the evening's close.
Souls so congenial had friends Tom and Dick,

They might be fairly called brother and brother.
Thought Tom, "To serve my friend I know a trick,
And one good turn always deserves another."
Out now he slily slips,

But not a word he said,

The plot was in his head,

And off he nimbly trips,

Swift to the neighboring church his way he takes;
Nor in the dark,

Misses his mark,

But ev'ry pane of glass he quickly breaks
But as he goes,

His bosom glows,

To think how great will be his friend Lick's joy
At getting so much excellent employ.

Return'd, he beckoning draws his friend aside,
Importance in his face,

And, to Dick's ear his mouth applied,

Thus briefly states the case:

"Dick, I may give you joy; you're a made man, I've done your business most complete, my friend: I'm off-the devil catch me, if he can

Each window of the church you've got to mend;
Ingratitude's worst curse on my head fall,
If for your sake I have not broke them all."
Tom, with surprise, sees Dick turn pale;
Who deeply sighs—“ Oh, la !"

Then drops his under jaw,

And all his powers of utterance fail;
While horror in his ghastly face,
And bursting eye-balls, Tom can trace;
Whose sympathetic muscles, just and true,
Share, with his heart,

Dick's unknown smart,

And two such phizzes ne'er met mortal view.
At length friend Dick his speech regain'd,
And soon the mystery explain'd-

"You have indeed my business done!

And I, as well as you, must run;

For, let me act the best I can,

Tom, Tom, I am a ruined man!

Zounds zounds! this piece of friendship costs me dear

always mend church windows by the

WONDERFUL DREAM.

A NEGRO DIALOGUE.

CHRISTY.

JULIUS. Sam, did you eber go huntin' in the winter time Way out West?

SAM. No, Julius.

JULIUS. Well, I have, Sam.

SAM. You enjoyed yourself, I suppose?

JULIUS. Oh, yes. Ebery time I went I had lots ob fun, until de last time I went-den I had bad luck.

SAM. How happened that?

JULIUS. Well, you see dar was two ob my neighbors come to me an' axed me fur to go huntin' wid ems, an' I said I would go. So we all got our tings ready to start, and 1 noticed de oder fellers had an extra game bag all filled wid somefin, and says I, "Fellers, what you got dar?” Dey said 66 Eatments!" and would you believe it, Sam, I had forgot to get anyting ready fur to take wid me for to eat. SAM. That was a great oversight on your part.

JULIUS. Yes; but dey stopt to a hotel till I went back to my dwelling and got some provender, and I didn't know how much dey had, so I bought a loaf of bread extra, and hid it under my arm, and buttoned my coat ober it.

SAM. Why, Julius, dey must have discovered it.

JULIUS. Oh, no, Sam; de place where my heart used to be before I got dis'pointed in lub, was big enuff to hide de bread. Well, Sam, we got way out in de wild wilderness, and arter we'd bin dar for free or four weeks, we found out dat our eatments wouldn't last.

SAM. Then you was in a perdicament.

JULIUS. No, we was in de woods.

SAM. Well, what did do?

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JULIUS. I couldn't do nofin; but I had my loaf ob bread and, somehow or oder, dese fellers found out dat I had it and dey was jealous.

SAM. How did you manage? did you divide it? JULIUS. What, Sam! divide a tree cent loaf twixt tree · b us?—no sir. Any one ob us felt as if we could eat it vidout chawin'. So I proposed dat we should ail go to sleep, ind de one dat dream de biggest dream should hab de loaf b bread.

SAM. What were the dreams?

JULIUS. One dreampt dat he seen a kettle dat was so big dat dey had to git a ladder seventeen thousand feet long fur to git into it.

SAM. That was a large dream.

JULIUS. Yes, but de oder feller beat him.

SAM. What was his dream?

JULIUS. He got up and dreampt―

SAM. No, no; he dreamed-got up and told his dream JULIUS. Yes; dat's what I said; he dreamed dat he seen a cabbage so big, dat it covered four thousand acres ob ground.

SAM. That did beat the other dream, truly.

JULIUS Yes, it did, Sam.

SAM. What was your dream?

JULIUS. Well, Sam, I dreamed dat in de middle ob de night I got hungry, and eat up de bread, and my dream come true.

A NEW OCCASIONAL ADDRESS.

FOR A LADY'S FIRST APPEARANCE.

SPOKEN BY MRS. JOHNSTONE,

WHEN the bleak winds in winter's hoary reign,
Bind up the waters in his icy chain;

When round the pool village the youngsters meet,
And try the frozen edge with tim'rous feet,
The surface trembles and the crackling noise
Jows with wide-spreading fear faint-hearted boys;
Whilst one more vent'rous than the rest appears,
Glides to the centre, and assur`d it bears.

Rais'd on his skates, the polish'd mirror skims,

Nor dreads immersion deep, bruis'd bones, or broken limbs.
Just such a vent'rer, trembling near the shore,
Was I, when first I tried this surface o'or.
With doubtful step, new to the slippery stage,
I anxious wished, yet dreaded, to engage.
Hope smiled auspicious, and assurance gave—
I should not meet a cold, o'erwhelming grave;
Then from the shore my puny bark I push'd,
Whilst your applause my loudest terrors hush'd,
And to your candor trusting, still I glide,
Safely my bark 'long the unruffled tide;
Your kind protection is the prosp'rous gale
That speeds its voyage and extends its sail;
And whilst such fav'ring breezes happy blow,
With all the aid indulgence can bestow,

Be this her wished-for course-her grateful name,
The Endeavor brig, bound for the port of Fame.

AN OCCASIONAL PROLOGUE.

TO BE SPOKEN AT THE OPENING OF PERFORMANCE.

THE stoic's plan is futile, which requires
Our wants supplied by lopping our desires.
As well by this vague scheme might we propose,
Cut off your feet, 'twill save the price of shoes.
As well might we thus courting public favor,
To gain your plaudits, lop off all endeavor.
The thought we spurn: be it our constant aim
By assiduity to gain a name,

Your approbation points the road to fame;
Each effort use, nor e'er a moment pause,

To reap that golden harvest-your applause.
Sweet is the balm which hope's kind aid bestows,

To lighten grief, or mitigate our woes;

To raise desponding merit, banish fear ;

And from the trembler wipe the falling tear;