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Bijou was a lady-like dog,

But vex'd me at night not a little,

When tea-time was come

She would not go home,

Her tail had once trail'd a tin kettle.

I once had a sort of a Shock,

And kiss'd a street post like a brother,

And lost every tooth

In learning this truth

One blind cannot well lead another.

A terrier was far from a trump,

He had one defect, and a thorough,

I never could stir,

'Od rabbit the cur!

Without going into the Borough.

My next was Dalmatian, the dog!

And led me in danger, oh crikey!

By chasing horse heels,

Between carriage wheels,

'Till I came upon boards that were spiky.

The next that I had was from Cross,

And once was a favourite spaniel

With Nero, now dead,

And so I was led

Right up to his den, like a Daniel.

A mongrel I tried, and he did,

As far as the profit and lossing,

Except that the kind

Endangers the blind,

The breed is so fond of a crossing.

A setter was quite to my taste,

In alleys or streets broad or narrow,

'Till one day I met

A very dead set,

At a very dead horse in a barrow.

I once had a dog that went mad,

And sorry

I was that I got him;

It came to a run,

And a man with a gun

Pepper'd me when he ought to have shot him.

My profits have gone to the dogs,
My trade has been such a deceiver,
I fear that my aim.

Is a mere losing game,

Unless I can find a Retriever.

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A GIPSEY PARTY.

"Come stain your cheeks with nut or berry,
You'll find a gipsey's life is merry."

GIPSEY GLEE.

I Do not know what imp of mischief could have put such a fancy into the dreaming head of Mrs. Carnaby, except Puck-but on a fine morning in August she woke with a determination to get up a gipsey party, and have a day's pleasure "under the green-wood tree."

She opened her mind, therefore, to Mr. C- as soon as he had opened his eyes, and before breakfast they had arranged the whole affair. Hornsey Wood was stale, and Norwood was rejected, for the very paradoxical

reason that it was such a haunt for Gipseys; and Mrs. Carnaby meant to take even her youngest children. After a good deal of debating, Hainault was the Forest fixed upon;-it lay so handy to Whitechapel, and the redletter day was marked to be the Wednesday in the following week, because then Master Carnaby would only lose half a day's schooling.

Accordingly, on the Wednesday, the Dryads of Wanstead were startled by the rumble of a well laden tax-cart up that avenue which once led to a princely mansion; and the vehicle at last stopped, and set down its insides and outsides just where the lines of trees branch off into another verdant alley. "It was," Mrs. Carnaby remarked, "a delicious green spot, and very handy to the Green Man for getting porter." Mrs. C

was

assisted out of the cart; and then Miss C was

lifted out by Mr. Hodges; and then the children were lifted out by the Mother; and then the nursemaid, an awkward plain looking girl that nobody helped, tumbled out. In the mean

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