Lickity, lickity, switch, we came to the ford, and Chiquita Buckled right down to her work, and afore I could yell to her rider, Took water jest at the ford, and there was the Jedge and me standing, And twelve hundred dollars of hoss-flesh afloat, and a driftin' to thunder! Would ye b'lieve it, that night, that hoss,- that ar' filly, Chiquita, Walked herself into her stall, and stood there all quiet and dripping! Clean as a beaver or rat, with nary a buckle of harness, Just as she swam the Fork, that hoss, that ar' filly, Chiquita. That's what I call a hoss! and-what did you say? O, the nevey? "Make haste! make haste!" says guzzling Jimmy, While Jack pulled out his snickersnee. Billy went up to the main-top-gallant mast, And North and South Amerikee, So when they got aboard of the Admiral's, WILLIAM MAKEPEACE THACKERAY. Drownded, I reckon, leastways, he never kem SEBASTOPOL TAKEN Air," BOW, wow, wow." And then, ye know, boys will be boys, and hosses I SING about a subject now, of which each paper -well, hosses is hosses! FRANCIS BRET HARTE. LITTLE BILLEE. THERE were three sailors of Bristol City There was gorging Jack, and guzzling Jimmy, Says gorging Jack to guzzling Jimmy, "I am extremely hungaree." To gorging Jack says guzzling Jimmy, "We've nothing left, us must eat we." Says gorging Jack to guzzling Jimmy, "With one another we should n't agree! There's little Bill, he 's young and tender, We're old and tough, so let's eat he." "O Billy! we're going to kill and eat you, "First let me say my catechism Which my poor mother taught to me." has its full, - That is, — they would have shaved the coast as | All bare, and exposed to the midnight dews, Keclined in the gutter we found him; clean as any barber, sir, But it so happened that the fleet lay snugly in And he looked like a gentleman taking a snooze, the harbor, sir. With his Marshall cloak around him. "The Doctor's as drunk as the d-," we said, And we managed a shutter to borrow; We raised him, and sighed at the thought that his head Would "consumedly ache" on the morrow. We bore him home, and we put him to bed, Loudly they talked of his money that 's gone, We tucked him in, and had hardly done When, beneath the window calling, We heard the rough voice of a son of a gun Of a watchman "One o'clock !" bawling. Slowly and sadly we all walked down From his room in the uppermost story; A rushlight we placed on the cold hearthstone, And we left him alone in his glory! RICHARD HARRIS BARHAM (THOMAS INGOLDSBY) PERILS OF THE PAVE. JUMPING Over gutters, Wading through the flood, Ploughing through the slush, Tumbling in the mud, Squatting in the puddles, Bless me! this is nice, Slopping through the water, Slipping on the ice. Men of every class, In such falling weather, Find it very easy, Tumbling down together. Pillars of the church, Servants of the devil, Here they very quickly Find a common level. Very sharp young fellow Makes a perfect flat, Rusty, fusty bachelor Tumbles on his hat. Are sent by a wise creation, O, I could to your bedside fly, And wipe your weeping eyes, Both sick and well, you may depend By your faithful and affectionate friend, DEBORAH LEE. PARODY. "T is a dozen or so of years ago, Somewhere in the West countree, That a nice girl lived, as ye Hoosiers know By the name of Deborah Lee; Our love was as strong as a six-horse team, But death, with the aid of doctor and steam, He closed the peepers and silenced the breath The foot of the hunter shall press her grave, Gineral C. he goes in fer the war ;* He don't vally principle more 'n an old cud ; Wut did God make us raytional creeturs fer, But glory an' gunpowder, plunder an' blood? So John P. Robinson he Sez he shall vote fer Gineral C. We were gittin' on nicely up here to our village, With good old idees o' wut's right an' wut aint, We kind o' thought Christ went agin war an' pillage, An' thet eppyletts worn't the best mark of a saint; But John P. Robinson he Sez this kind o' thing's an exploded idee. • Written at the time of the Mexican war, which was strongly opposed by the Anti-Slavery party as being unnecessary and wrong. |