Whom his ain son o' life bereft, As Tammie glowr'd, amaz'd, and curious, They reel'd, they set, they cross'd, they cleekit, And coost her duddies to the wark, Now Tam, O Tam! had they been queans That ance were plush, o' guid blue hair, But wither'd beldams, auld and droll, But Tam keen'd what was what fu' brawlie, And shook baith meikle corn and bear, It was her best, and she was vauntie.- But here my Muse her wing maun cour; And how Tam stood, like ane bewitch'd, As bees bizz out wi' angry fyke, When, pop! she starts before their nose; Ah, Tam! ah, Tam! thou'll get thy fairin Now, wha this tale o' truth shall read, It is a well-known fact, that witches or any evil spirits have no power to follow a poor wight any further than the middle of the next running stream.-It may be proper likewise to mention to the benighted traveller, that when he falls in with bogles, whatever danger may be in his going forward, there is much more hazard in turning back. THE LAUGHING PHILOSOPHER. Whene'er to drink you are inclin'd, THE SAINT AND THE DEVIL. BURNS. damned tali impudent Irishman looking over my shoulder all the time."-" What do you mean, sir?" said the Irishman, "do you think I looked over your letter?" "Sir," said Garth very gravely, "I never once opened my lips to you."-" Aye, but by J- ―s, you have put it down for all that." That's LIES. A very ugly gentleman was requested by a beauti-impossible, sir," said Garth," as you say you never ful woman to accompany her a little way, when she once looked over my letter." led him to a painter's house, and having whispered to the artist, she retired, saying that she would return shortly.-On quitting the chamber the gentleman demanded what he was wanted for. "I thought you knew," replied the painter, "that I am taking that lady's likeness in the character of a saint being tempted by the devil, and she means you to sit for the tcmpter." CAPABILITY BROWN. A person in prison was asked by a friend what IMPROMPTU ON THE MARRIAGE OF CAPTAIN FOOR Mr. Brown, the celebrated gardener and botanist, Be blissful and crown'd with abundance of fruit! surnamed Capability Brown, being at a nobleman's May the Foot ever closely adhere to the Patten; May the union cemented on Wednesday at Matin seat arranging his pleasure grounds, was met on quit-The Patten for ever stick close to the Foot! ting his lordship's mansion by two rows of fine livery servants. As it was then the custom to make a present to each when a visitor left the mansion, upon this occasion, Capability Brown turning round to his lordship produced the following extempore in a whisper. Of footmen faith you have a score, But troth they put me in the dumps They had look'd better plac'd in clumps. And tho' pattens are used but in moist dirty weather, SHORT RECKONING. "There were a hundred justices," said one," at the monthly meeting. "A hundred !" said another. Yes (said he) do you count, and I will name them. There was justice Balance, put down one; justice Hall, put down a cipher, he is nobody; justice House, you may put down another cipher for him. Now one, and two ciphers, are one hundred." THE PARSON, THE SQUIRE, AND THE SPANIEL. A gentleman possessed a favourite spaniel, Tray, like the race of mortals, sougnt the dust- He raised a small blue stone, just after burial, Here rest the relics of a friend below, The curate of the Huntingtonian band, This curate heard th' affair with deep emotion, What will become of this most shocking world? How richly such a rogue deserves to swing, And then to Satan's hottest flames be hurled! "Oh! by this damned deed how I am hurried, A dog in Christian ground, indeed, be buried! And have an epitaph forsooth, so civil: Egad! old maids will presently be found Clapping their dead ram cats in holy ground, And writing verses on each mousing devil.", The priest set off, like Homer's Neptune, striding, And thus began t' abuse him, not exhort,"Son of the devil, what hast thou done? Nought for the action can atone I should not wonder if the Great All-wise Quick darted down his lightning all so red, And dashed to earth that wretched head, Which dared so foul, so base an act devise. 'Bury a dog like Christian folk!None but the fiend of darkness could provoke A man to perpetrate a deed so odd: Why, such a villain can't believe in God." No education could his morals mend. And what, perhaps, sir, you may doubt, Before his lamp of life went out, He ordered you a legacy, my friend." "Did he ?-poor dog!" the softened priest rejoined, "What! was it Tray? I'm sorry for poor Trav. Should not like common dogs be put away. I guess I may put confidence, sir, in ye.” "A piece of gold," the gentleman replied.— "I'm much obliged to Tray," the parson cried; So left God's cause, and pocketed the guinea. CUMBERLAND'S INGRATITUDE. Mr. Cumberland being asked his opinion of Mr. Sheridan's School for Scandal, said, "I am astonished that the town can be so duped! I went to see his comedy, and never laughed once from beginning to end."-This being repeated to Sheridan"That's d-d ungrateful of him," cried he," for I went to see his tragedy the other night, and did nothing but laugh from beginning to end." THE PRAISE OF POTATOES. A BURLESQUE. Hail, rare potatoes! hot or cold, all hail! In humid durance plung'd. Or when with steaks Reigns potent, 'mid the smould'ring embers roast taste (Taste undeprav'd by fashion's varying art) By mortals Hoffman hight)-where brittle puffs Of crystal vase, in pastry pomp combine EPITAPH ON A MRS. DEATH. Here lies Death's wife; when this way next you tread, Be not surpris'd should Death himself be dead, win it, and so I lost it." "But," added he, turning himself slowly round," who is the fool that asked me this question?" AN APOLOGY FOR KINGS, As want of candour really is not right, Look on their poverty of education! Adored and flattered, taught that they are gods, And by their awful frowns and nods, Jove-like, to shake the pillars of creation. They scorn that little useful imp called mind, Who fits them for the circle of mankind Immured, they doze in ignorance and state. Pride their companion, and the world their hate; Sometimes, indeed, great kings will condescend little with their subjects to unbend! The late Madame de Namours had charitably brought up a poor child. When the child was about nine years old, she said to her benefactress, "Madame, no one can be more grateful for your charity than IA am, and I cannot acknowledge it better than by telling every body I am your daughter; but do not be alarmed, I will not say that I am your lawful child, only your illegitimate daughter." CUREAN'S SHIRT. Curran, while at college, was called before the board for wearing a dirty shirt. "I pleaded," said Ae, "inability to wear a clean one, and I told their reverences the story of poor Lord Avonmore, at that time Barry Yelverton. I wish, mother,' said Barry, I had eleven shirts.'-' Eleven! Barry, why eleven - Because, mother, I am of opinion that a gentleman, to be comfortable, ought to have a dozen.' Poor Barry had but one, and I made the precedent any justification." PLAIN REASONS. A young Frenchman one day asked the Duke Bernard de Weimar, "How happened it that you Lost the battle of }" I will tell you, sir," replied the duke, coolly, "I thought I should not An instance take :-A king of this great land, An Earl of Pembroke was the monarch's guide; The verger met them in his silken gown, Low as an ass to lick a lock of hay: And humbly bowed his neck with reverence down, Looking the frightened verger through and through, What, what, sir?-hey, sir?" deigned the king to All with his eye-glass-" Well, sir, who are you? say. "I am the verger here, most mighty king: In this cathedral I do every thing; Sweep it, an't please ye, sir, and keep it clean." "Hey? verger! verger!-you the verger?-hey?" "Yes, please your glorious majesty, I be." The verger answered with the mildest mien. Then turned the king about towards the peer, And winked, and laughed, then whispered in his ear, |