THE HUMOUROUS REFUSAL; OR, SUNDRY Of a vein most facetious and quaint was Dick But the joys of the bottle his thoughts aye did fill; One day to his sire, who made a great fuss In begging to sea he would go, Dick spoke thus: "Dear father, no further insist on this matterOds heart! the trite subject is worn to a tatter; But yet, ere in toto we wisely dismiss it, Just hear me expound my refusal explicit:Your son well-advised from such dangers would keep He's a vast deal too deep, sir, to tempt the vast deep; Nor into the hazard of drowning e'er pod he, The ocean, oh shun! would I say to my soul, Who like to see life, though I like not a sea life. Besides, who could ever regard as a treat That compound of leather and brine, their salt meat? "Twere not fair to expect with such fare life to drag on; No-give me a flagon-I'll ne'er think a flag on. Then, bang it! that word of such ominous scope, Rope's-end-which suggests the sad end by a rope. But should some grand booty (like Colchis' rich fleece) Reward my sea perils, thro' Fate's kind caprice, A company of itinerant actors once attempti to gratify the inhabitants of a country town their united efforts; one of our best tragedies selected for the night's amusement. In the four act of the tragedy, the Duke, sitting in judgmen ordered the culprit into court, in these words "Bring the vile offender straight before us." The messenger, who was a wag, stepped forwa and exclaimed in the superlative, - It's imp sible, your grace, to bring him straight be you, for he is one of the bandyest legged felle you ever saw in all your life;" which occasio such a universal roar, that a considerable t elapsed before the comical tragedy could be ceeded with. ON A POSTILION. BED. Bed is a bundle of paradoxes; we go to it reluctance, yet we quit it with regret ; and make up our minds every night to leave it e but we make up our bodies every morning to it late. Billy Taylor was a brisk young feller, Four and twenty brisk young fellers, An engagement came on the very next morning; And diskivered her lily-white breast. He says vat vind has blown you to me? Kind sir; I be kim for to seek my true-love, Vhom you pressed and sent to sea. If you be kim to seek your true-love He from the ship is gone away, And you'll find him in London streets, ma'am, She rose up early in the morning, raight she called for swords and pistils, When the captain he kim for to know it, Bad he made her first lieutenant, THE DEVIL outwitted. he Beehive of the Romish church, 1580, black er, contains the following story-There was a lively holy monke, which was continually tempted and troubled with a deuill, euen tyll his olde days; and when, in the eude, hee began to waxe weery of it, hee then did pray the deuil), very friendly, that hee wonlde let him alone in quiet; whereupon the deuill did answere him, that so farre as he woulde promise to doe, and sweare to keepe secrete a thing that 'hee woulde commande him, then he woulde leaue off to trouble him any more. The monke did promyse him, and tooke thereupon a deepe othe. Then sayde the deuill; "If thou wilt that I shall trouble thee no more, then thou must not pray any more to that image ;" and it was an image of our ladie, holding her childe in armes. But the monke was more craftie than the deuill; for he went and confessed him of it, the next daye, to the abbot, and the abbot did dispence with him for his othe, upon condition that hee should continue his praying to the image. ON A PARISH PARSON. Come, let us rejoice, merry boys, at his fall, In the time of Marlow, the celebrated patriot, fanaticism ran so high, that an order was issued by the Privy Council that no beer should be' brewed on a Saturday. This very singular order being the subject of conversation, King James the Second asked Marlow, during the period he was composing his celebrated" Jew of Malta," what his opinion was of the subject, “May it please your Majesty," replied Marlow, " you may de pend upon it, the reason why they will not suffer any beer to be brewed upon a Saturday, is, for fear it should work on a Sunday. DEFINITION OF THE WORD NEWS. 1 The word explains itself, without the Muse, And the four letters speak from whence comes news, THE From north, east, west, south, the solution's made, Each quarter gives accounts of war and trade, REASONS FOR HANGING A WEAVER A blacksmith of a village murdered a man, and was condemned to be hang'd. The chief peasants of the place joined together, and begged the alcade that the blacksmith might not suffer, because he was necessary to the place, which could not do without a blacksmith, to shoe horses, mend wheels, &c. But the alcade said, "How, then, can I fulfil justice ?" A labourer answered, "Sir, there are two weavers in the village, and for so small a place, one is enough; hang the other." Copy of an Order sent by a Farmer's Wife, to a Tradesman in Town, for a Scarlet Cardinal. Sir, If you please to send me a scarlet cardinal, let it be full yard long, and let it be full, it is for a large woman; they tell me I may have a large one and a handsome one for eleven shillings, I should not be willing to give more than twelve; but if you have any as long either duffel or cloth. if it comes cheaper I should like to have it, for 1 am not to give more than twelve shillings; I beg you, sir, to be so good as not to fail sending me this cardinal on Wednesday without fail, let it be full yard long, I beg, or else it will not do, fail not on Wednesday, and by so doing you will oblige, Your humble servant, M. W. P.S. I hope you will charge your lowest price, and if you please not to send me a duffel one, but cloth, full yard long and full, and please to send it to Mr. Field's the waterman, who comes to the Beehive, at Queenhithe; pray don't send me a duffel one, but cloth; I have altered my mind, I should not like it duffel, but cloth; let it be full yard long, and let it be cloth, for I don't like duffel; it must not be more than twelve shillings at most, one of the cheapest you have and full yard long; send two, both of a length, and both large ones full yard long; both of a price, they be bo woman, they must be exactly alike rice, fail then not on Wednes THE FRIARS OF DIJON. A TALE. One friar was Father Boniface, The other was lean Dominick, Whose slender form and sallow, Would scarce have made a candlewick For Boniface's tallow. Albeit, he tippled like a fish, Though not the same potation; Those saints without the shirts arrived, A country pair for alms, that lived On faggots briskly crackling; To Jacquez and to Jacqueline They bow'd, and bless'd the dame, and th In pious terms besought her, To give two holy-minded men A meal of bread and water. For water and a crust they crave, Those mouths that even on Lent days, Scarce knew the taste of water, save When watering for dainties. Quoth Jacquez, "That were sorry cheer So forth he brought a flask of rich Alternately the host and spouse 'Bout churches like balloons convey'd With aeronautic martyrs ; And wells made warm, where holy maid Then striking up duets, the Freres That monks would make a rarce-show Or that two confessors would come at every deed will have its meed: The farmer on a hone prepares, His knife, a long and keen one; The priests knew not that country-folk Meanwhile, as they perspired with dread, Had stood erect upon his head, But that their heads were shaven. What, pickle and smoke us limb by limb! Yet, Dominick, to die!-the bare Yes, Boniface, 'tis time we were Would that for absolution's sake O Dominick, thy nether end And thou shouldst have my dear fat friend, But having ne'er a switch, poor souls, They bow'd like weeping willows, And told the Saints long rigmaroles Of all their peccadillos. Yet midst this penitential plight A thought their fancies tickled, 'Twere better brave the window's height Than be at morning pickled. REASONS FOR HANGING A WEAVER A blacksmith of a village murdered a man, and was condemned to be hang'd. The chief peasants of the place joined together, and begged the alcade that the blacksmith might not suffer, because he was necessary to the place, which could not do without a blacksmith, to sboe horses, mend wheels, &c. But the alcade said, "How, then, can I fulfil justice?" Alabourer answered, “Sir, there are two weavers in the village, and for so small a place, one is enough; hang the other." BOTHERATION, Copy of an Order sent by a Farmer's Wife, to a Tradesman in Town, for a Scarlet Cardinal. Sir, If you please to send me a scarlet cardinal, let it be full yard long, and let it be full, it is for a large woman; they tell me I may have a large one and a handsome one for eleven shillings, I should not be willing to give more than twelve; but if you have any as long either duffel or cloth, if it comes cheaper I should like to have it, for 1 am not to give more than twelve shillings; I beg you, sir. to be so good as not to fail sending me this cardinal on Wednesday without fail, let it be full yard long, I beg, or else it will not do, fail not on Wednesday, and by so doing you will oblige, Your humble servant, M. W. P.S. I hope you will charge your lowest price, and if you please not to send me a duffel one, but cloth, full yard long and full, and please to send it to Mr. Field's the waterman, who comes to the Beehive, at Queenhithe; pray don't send me a duffel one, but cloth; I have altered my mind, I should not like it duffel, but cloth; let it be full yard long, and let it be cloth, for I don't like duffel; it must not be more than twelve shillings at most, one of the cheapest you have and full yard long; send two, both of a length, and both large ones full yard long; both of a price, they be both for one woman, they must be exactly alike for goodness and price, fail then not on Wednesay, and full yard long. THE FRIARS OF DIJON.—A TALE. One friar was Father Boniface, The other was lean Dominick, Whose slender form and sallow, ́ Would scarce have made a candlewick For Boniface's tallow. Albeit, he tippled like a fish, Though not the same potation; Those saints without the shirts arrived, To Jacquez and to Jacqueline A meal of bread and water. Those mouths that even on Lent days, When watering for dainties. Quoth Jacquez, “That were sorry cheer |