Wine we was abel to proceed in a zig zag direxion, the Gides axing the way, and cutting steps afore. After a deal of moor white slavery, we sucsided in gitting up to the Mounting's top. and no body can hav a distant idea of it, but them as is there. Such Sno! And ice enuf to serve all the Fish Mungers, and the grate Routs till the end of the Wurld!

I regrets my joy at cumming to the top maid me forget all 1 ment to do at it; and in partickler to thro a tumble over hed and heals, as was my mane object in going up. Howsumever, I shall allways be abel to say Me and Master as bin to the Summut of Mount Blank, and so has a little butterfly. I ought to mension the curiousness of seeing one there, but we did not ketch it, as it was too far abov us.

We dissented down in much shorter time, and without anny axident xcept Masters sliding telliscope, witch roled of the ice. Wen we cum agin to Sham Money, the Land Lord askd our names to be rit in the book, as was dun, by Mr. W. in prose, but by me in poetry—

"Mount Blank is very hard to be cum at,
But Me and Master as bin to its Summut."

OR, JOHN JONES'S KIT-CAT-ASTROPHE,

"OH! what is that comes gliding in,

And quite in middling haste?
It is the picture of my Jones,
And painted to the waist.

"It is not painted to the life,

For where's the trowsers blue?

Oh Jones, my dear 1-oh dear! my Jones, What is become of you?"

"Lord! think, when I am swimming round,

And looking where the boat is,

A shark just snaps away a half,

Without a quarter's notice.'

A HORSE DEALER.

"One half is here, the other half
Is near Columbia placed;
Oh! Sally, I have got the whole
Atlantic for my waist.

"But now, adieu-a long adieu!

I've solved death's awful riddle,
And would say more, but I am doomed
To break off in the middle!"

Is a double dealer, for he dealeth more in double meanings than your punster. When he giveth his word it signifieth little, howbeit it standeth for two significations. He putteth his promises

"It is not painted to the life,

For where's the trowsers blue?

Oh Jones, my dear 1-oh dear! my Jones,
What is become of you?”

"Oh! Sally dear, it is too true,

The half that you remark
Is come to say my other half

Is bit off by a shark!

"Oh! Sally, sharks do things by halves,
Yet most completely do!
A bite in one place seems enough,
But I've been bit in two.

"You know I once was all your own,
But now a shark must share!
But let that pass-for now to you
I'm neither here nor there.

"Alas! death has a strange divorce
Effected in the sea,

It has divided me from you,
And even me from me!

"Don't fear my ghost will walk o'nights
To haunt, as people say;
My ghost can't walk, for, oh! my legs
Are many leagues away!

"Lord! think, when I am swimming rou

And looking where the boat is,

A shark just snaps away a half,

Without a quarter's notice