Dey rolled in more as sefen kecks Und venefer dey knocks de shpicket in Hans Breitmann gife a barty ; Dere all vas Souse und Brouse. Hans Breitmann give a barty; I poot mine mout to a parrel of bier, Hans Breitmann gife a barty Dat float on de moundain's prow? - CHARLES G. LELAND. “Now, laddie! I winna stay under your plaidie, But, on an after Sunday, When cloud there was not ane, (We chanced to meet in the lane) Why dinna ye wear your plaidie ? Wha kens but it may rain ?" BITE BIGGER [YORKSHIRE BALLAD.] CHARLES SIBLEY. As Aw hurried throo th' toan to mi wark, At ud fotch tears throo th' heart of a stoan; An' th' flagstoans wur covered wi' muck, Baght stockings or shoes o' ther feet, noa mooar; ! God help fowk this weather 'at 's poor We shall find summut else by an' by, An' aw followed, coss twur in mi roaäd, An' sawed summut else aght o' th' muck, Worn't it gooid to lig thear to be faänd? If tha hasn't been lucky thisen Tha shall share wi' me sich as aw get." Soa th' little en bate off a touch; T'other's face beamed wi' pleasure awl throo, An' he sed, "Nay, tha hasn't taen much, Bite agean, an' bite bigger; nah, do!" Aw waited to hear nowt no mooar, Thinks aw, thear 's a lesson for me! Tha's a heart i' thy breast, if tha 'rt poor; Th' world wur richer wi' mooar sich as thee ! Tuppince wur all th' brass aw had, An' awd ment it fur äale when coom nooin, But aw thowt aw 'll goa gie it yond lad, He desarves it fur what he 's been dooin; Soa aw sed, "Lad, he 's tuppince fur thee, For thysen; "an' they stared like two geese, But he sed, woll th' tear stood in his e'e, Nah, it'll just be a penny apiece." "God bless thee! do just as tha will, An' may better days speedily come; Tho' clamed an' hauf donned, mi lad, still ANONYMOUS. POPPING CORN AND there they sat, a-popping corn, John Styles and Susan Cutter John Styles as fat as any ox, And Susan fat as butter. And there they sat and shelled the corn, Then Susan she the popper shook, And then they shelled, and popped, and ate, While he haw-hawed at her remarks, And she laughed at his joking. And still they popped, and still they ate -- The clock struck nine — the clock struck ten, It struck eleven, and then struck twelve, And John he ate, and Sue she thought Till John cried out, "The corn 's a-fire! Said she, "John Styles, it 's one o'clock; I'm sick of all this popping corn, Why don't you pop the question ?" ANONYMOUS. A HOUSEKEEPER'S TRAGEDY ONE day as I wandered, I heard a complaining, “O, life is a toil, and love is a trouble, And beauty will fade, and riches will flee; "There's too much of worriment goes to a bonnet; In fall, the leaves litter; in muggy September We scarce break our fast ere we plan how to dine. "With grease and with grime, from corner to centre, Forever at war, and forever alert, No rest for a day, lest the enemy enter I spend my whole life in a struggle with dirt. "Last night, in my dreams, I was stationed forever "Alas, 't was no dream! Again I behold it! I yield; I am helpless my fate to avert !" She rolled down her sleeves, her apron she folded, Then laid down and died, and was buried in dirt. ANONYMOUS. THE SAILOR'S CONSOLATION ONE night came on a hurricane, The sea was mountains rolling, "A strong nor-wester 's blowing, Bill; Lord help 'em, how I pities all Unhappy folks on shore now! "Foolhardy chaps who live in town, "But as for them who 're out all day, To cheer the babes and spouses; My eyes! what tiles and chimney-pots "And very often have we heard How men are killed and undone, By overturns of carriages, By thieves and fires in London. |