Running like one of Human kind As well as anye Hart may wish Soe that courageous Hart doth fight DECEMBER AND MAY. "Crabbed Age and Youth cannot live together." I. SHAKSPEARE SAID Nestor, to his pretty wife, quite sorrowful one day, 'Why, dearest, will you shed in pearls those lovely cyes away? You ought to be more fortified;" "Ah, brute, be quiet, do, I know I'm not so fortyfied, nor fiftyfied as you! II. word. Oh, men are vile deceivers all, as I have ever heard, III. "Come, come, my dear, these flighty airs declare, in sober truth, You want as much in age, indeed, as I can want in youth; Besides, you said you liked old men, though now at me you huff." "Why, yes," she said, "and so I do—but you're not old enough!'' IV. "Come, come, my dear, let's make it up, and have a quiet hive; I'll be the best of men,-I mean,-I'll be the best alive! Your grieving so will kill me, for it cuts me to the core."-"I thank ye, Sir, for telling me-for now I'll grieve the more !" A WINTER NOSEGAY. O, WITHER'D winter Blossoms, Unless to stand for Emblems, and peevish morals of humanity? There is my Quaker Aunt, A Paper-flower,-with a formal border Pouting at that old beau-the Winter Cherry, And Box, like tough-liv'd annuitant,— From quarter-day even to quarter-day; Under the baptism of the water-pot, And why, Dost hold thy head so high, Old Winter-Daisy ;— Because thy virtue never was infirm, That never wanton fly, or blighted worm, To garden thief, Forcepp'd or wing'd, was never a temptation ;— Still shalt thou frown upon all lovers' trial: Then thou shalt be the token of denial. Away! dull weeds, Born without beneficial use or needs! Fit only to deck out cold winding-sheets; To tantalise,-vile cheats! Some prodigal bee, with hope of after-sweets, As if ye never knew One drop of dew, Or the warm sun resplendent; Indifferent of culture and of care, Giving no sweets back to the fostering air, Churlishly independent— I hate ye, of all breeds! Yea, all that live so selfishly-to self, EQUESTRIAN COURTSHIP. I. It was a young maiden went forth to ride, II. His love was great tho' his wit was small; They rode by elm, and they rode by oak, They rode by a church-yard, and then he spoke :"My pretty maiden, if you'll agree You shall always amble through life with me." IV. The damsel answer'd him never a word, But kick'd the gray mare, and away she spurr'd. The wooer still follow'd behind the jade, And enjoy'd like a wooer-the dust she made. V. They rode thro' moss, and they rode thro' moor, — The gallant behind and the lass before : At last they came to a miry place, And there the sad wooer gave up the chase VI. Quoth he, "If my nag were better to ride, I'd follow her over the world so wide. Oh, it is not my love that begins to fail, But I've lost the last glimpse of the gray mare's tail!" A TRUE STORY OF all our pains, since man was curst, I mean of body, not the mental, Old Hunks-it seem'd a fit retort Save some old stumps with ragged root, And they took turn about to shoot; If he drank any chilly liquor, They made it quite a point to throb ; But if he warm'd it on the hob, Why then they only twitch'd the quicker. One tooth-I wonder such a tooth |