And e'en her natural tones contrived to smother; At length he caught a glimpse, and-'twas his mother! The rest is plain—she who had Frank decoy'd, To banish any scruples might remain, Now all you single gentlemen of forty, Take warning by Frank Forethought's piteous case; Moist spring, and glowing summer, having past, THE DRUNKARD AND HIS WIFE. LA FONTAINE EACH one's his faults, to which he still holds fast, And neither shame nor fear can cure the man ; 'Tis apropros of this (my usual plan), I give a story, for example, from the past. A follower of Bacchus hurt his purse, His health, his mind, and still grew each day worse; Drain all their fortune for their mad expenses. Had in a bottle left his senses; His shrewd wife shut him all alone In a dark tomb, till the dull fume Might from his brains evaporate. He woke and found the place all gloom, "What's this?" said he, "my wife's a widow, then!" On that the wife, dressed like a Fury, came. Mask'd and with voice disguised, into the den, And brought the wretched sot, in hopes to tame, The sot no longer doubted he was dead A citizen of Pluto's-could he err? "And who are you? unto the ghost he said. "I'm Satan's steward," said the wife," and serve the food Not taking any time to think, "And don't you also bring the drink?" A WESTERN LAWYER'S PLEA AGAINST THE FACT. GENTLEMEN OF THE JURY:-The Scripture saith, “Thou shalt not kill;" now, if you hang my client, you transgress the command as slick as grease, and as plump as a goose egg in a loafer's face. Gentlemen, murder is murder, whether committed by twelve jurymen, or by a humble individual like my client. Gentlemen, I do not deny the fact of my client having killed a man, but is that any reason why you should do so? No such thing, gentlemen; you may bring the prisoner in "guilty;" the hangman may do his duty; but will that exonerate you? No such thing; in that case you will be murderers. Who among you is prepared for the brand of Cain to be stamped upon his brow to-day? Who, freemen-who in this land of liberty and light? Gentlemen, I will pledge my word, not one of you has a bowie-knife or a pistol in his pocket. No, gentlemen, your pockets are odoriferous with the perfumes of cigar cases and tobacco. You can smoke the pipe of a peaceful conscience; but hang my unfortunate client, and the scaly alligators of remorse will gallop through the internal principles of animal viscera, until the spinal vertebræ of your anatomical construction is turned into a railroad, for the grim and gory goblins of despair. Gentlemen, heware of committing murder! Be ware, I say, of meddling with the eternal prerogative! Gentlemen, I adjure you, by the manumitted ghost of temporal sanctity, to do no murder. I adjure you, by the name of woman, the mainspring of the tickling timepiece of time's theoretical transmigration, to do no murder! I adjure you, by the love you have for the esculent and condimental gusto of our native pumpkin, to do no murder! I adjure you, by the stars set in the flying ensign of your emancipated coun try, to do no murder! I adjure you, by the American Eagle that whipped the universal game cock of creation, and now sits roosting on the magnetic telegraph of time's illustrious transmigration, do no murder! And lastly, gentlemen, if you ever expect to wear store-made coats-if you ever expect free dogs not to bark at you-if you ever expect to wear boots made of the free hide of the Rocky Mountain buffalo-and, to sum up all, if you ever expect to be anything but a set of sneaking, loafing, rascally, cut-throated, braided small ends of humanity, whittled down into indistinctibility, acquit my client, and save your country. The prisoner was acquitted. READING A TRAGEDY. BAYLY. Он, proud am I, exceeding proud, I've mustered the Elite! Place chairs for all the company, and, ma'am, I really think What! won't you send the child to bed? well, madam, we shall see; Pray take a chair, and now prepare the laurel crown for me. Have all got pocket handkerchiefs? your tears will fall in streams: Place water near to sprinkle over any one who screams; And pray, good people, recollect, when what I've said controls Tis but a mortal man who but opes the floodgates of his wits! Hem-" Act the First, and Scene the First-A Wood-Bumrumpti enters Bumrumpti speaks,' And have I then escaped from my tormentors? Through five long acts—ay, very long-the happy bard proceeds; CAST-OFF GARMENTS. BUTLER. WELL, having thus wooed Miss M'Flimsey and gained her, I had, as I thought, a contingent remainder At least in the property, and the best right To appear as its escort by day and by night: And it being the week of the Stuckups' grand ball- I considered it only my duty to call, And see if Miss Flora intended to go. She turned as I entered-" Why, Harry, you sinner, And digested, I trust, for 'tis now nine and more; Inclination, which led me, you see, to your door. Your beauty, and graces, and presence to lend (All which, when I own, I hope no one will borrow), To the Stuckups', whose party, you know, is to-morrow? The fair Flora looked up with a pitiful air, And answered quite promptly, "Why, Harry, mon cher, Wear the dress you have on, and you'll be by far, On the Stuckup horizon "-I stopped, for her eye, Of scorn and amazement. She made no reply, But gave a slight turn to the end of her nose (That pure Grecian feature), as much as to say, "How absurd that any sane man should suppose That a lady would go to a ball in the clothes, No matter how fine, that she wears every day!" |