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His eyes were like to marbles set in little seas of glue,
His cheeks a sickly yellow, and his nose a dirty blue.

Now Chi-chil-Bloo, though born in snow and reared upon

its breast, Loved not the bleak and dismal land in which he knew no

rest; He bid adieu into the scenes of never-ending storm, And traveled forth to seek some land where lie might keep

him warm ; He trudged two years his weary way far from the land of

snow, Inside the walls of China, to where strangers seldom go; When wearied with his pilgrimage he halted at Ko-whang, And there became acquainted with the father of Che-Bang. The old man heard his wondrous tale of sights that he had

seen, Where nature wore a winding-sheet, and shrouded all things

green, And pondering o'er within his mind if wonders such could be, At last engaged poor Chi-chil-Bloo to cultivate his tea.

It had always been the custom of the fairy-like Che-Bang,
Ere evening shadows fell upon the valley of Ko-whang,
To wander mid the tea-groves like an oriental queen,
On the shoulders of her servants, in a fancy palanquin.
As she 'merged from out the shadow of a China-berry tree,
She spied the little tinker stripping down the fragrant tea,
She gazed upon his wondrous form, his eyes, his nose of blue,
A moment gazed, then deeply fell in love with Chi-chil-Bloo.
She stepped from out her palanquin, and then dismissed her

train, With instructions that an hour past they might return again; She then upraised the filmy veil that hid her charms from

sight, And poor Chi-chil-Bloo beheld a face to him surpassing

bright; He gazed transfixed with wonder,—to him surpassing fair Were her rounded-up proportions and her salmon-colored

hair,He lingered in a dreamy trance, nor woke he from his bliss Till her loving arms entwine him and her lips imprint a kiss!

She led him to a bower, and beside the dwarf she kneeled,
And sighed like Desdemona at his 'scapes by blood and field;
He told of seals and rein-deer, and bears that live at sea ;
He told her tales of icicles, and she told tales of tea;
Long, long they lingered, fondly locked in each other's arms,
lle saw in her and she in him a thousand glowing charms;

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When looking down the distant vale the sun's fast fading

sheen Fell faintly on the gold of her returning palanquin.

" Yonder come my slaves," she cried, “and now, Chil-Bloo,

we part; My father, though my father, has a cruel, flinty heart, He has promised me to Chow-Chow, the Crosus of Ko.

whang, But Chow-Chow's old and gouty, and he wouldn't suit Che.

Bang; Oh! come beneath my window at a quarter after three, When the moon has gone a bathing to her bath-room in the

sea, And we will fly to other lands across the waters blueBut hush, here comes the palanquin, and now, sweet love,

adieu!” They placed her in her palanquin, her bosom throbbing free, While Chi-chil-Bloo seemed busy packing up his gathered

tea; As rested from his weary rounds the dying god of day, They raised her on their shoulders and they trotted her

away.

At the time and place appointed, 'neath her lattice stood

the dwarf; He whistled to his lady, and she answered with a cough; She threw a silken ladder from her window down the wall, While he, gallant knight, stood firmly to catch her should

she fall : She reached the ground in safety, one kiss, one chaste em

brace, Then she waddled and he trotted off in silence from the place.

Swift they held their journey, love had made her footsteps

light, They hid themselves at morning's dawn and fled again at

night; The second night had run her race and folded up her pall, When they reached the sentry's station underneath the

mighty wall; Che-Bang told well her tale of love, Chil-Bloo told his, alas! The sentry had no sentiment, and wouldn't let 'em pass; He called a file of soldiers, who took 'em to Dom-Brown, A sort of local magistrate or Mufti of the town. The vile old lecher heard the charge, the tempting maiden

eyed, Then feigning well a burning rage, in thunder-tones he cried,

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CLOSET SCENE FROM HAMLET.-SHAKSPEARE.

Enter QUEEN and HAMLET.
Hamlet. Now, mother, what's the matter?
Queen. Hamlet, thou hast thy father much offended.
Ham. Mother, you have my father much offended.
Queen. Come, come, you answer with an idle tongue.
Ham. Go, go, you question with a wicked tongue.
Queen. Why, how now, Hamlet?
Ham.

What's the matter now?
Queen. Have you forgot me?
Ham.

No, by the rood, not so: You are the queen : your husband's brother's wife; And—would it were not so !--you are my mother.

Queen. Nay, then I'll set those to you that can speak.

Ham. Come, come, and sit you down; you shall not budge. You go not till I set you up a glass Where you may see the inmost part of you.

Queen. What wilt thou do?-thou wilt not murder me?

Ham. Leave wringing of your hands: peace; sit you down, And let me wring your heart: for so I shall, (f it be made of penetrable stuff; If damned custom have not brazed it so That it is proof and bulwark against sense.

Queen. What have I done, that thou darest wag thy tongue
In noise so rude against me?
Ham.

Such an act,
That blurs the grace and blush of modesty;
Calls virtue, hypocrite; takes off the rose
From the fair forehead of an innocent love
And sets a blister there; makes marriage vows
As false as dicer's oath! oh, such a deed
As from the body of contraction plucks
The very soul; and sweet religion makes
A rhapsody of words. Heaven's face doth glow';
Yea, this solidity and compound mass,
With tristful visage, as against the doom,
Is thought-sick at the act.

Queen. Ah me! what act,
That roars so loud, and thunders in the index?

Ham. Look here, upon this picture, and on this,
The counterfeit presentment of two brothers.
See what a grace was seated on this brow:
Hyperion's curls; the front of Jove himself;
An eye like Mars, to threaten and command;
A station like the herald Mercury,
New-lighted on a heaven-kissing hill;
A combination, and a form, indeed,

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