LITERARY ADVERTISEMENT. WANTED Authors of all-work, to job for the season, If in gaol, all the better for out-o'-door topics; For Dramatists, too, the most useful of schools They may study high life in the King's Bench community : And of place they're at least taught to stick to the unity. Any lady or gentleman come to an age To have good Reminiscences' (threescore, or higher), And the spelling and grammar both found by the buyer. Price twenty-four shillings, is all that's required. That gingerbread cakes always give them the colic. As your Autobiographers-fortunate elves, Wanted, also, a new stock of Pamphlets on Corn, · By Farmers' and 'Landholders'-(gemmen, whose lands Or whose share of the soil may be seen on their hands). No-Popery Sermons, in ever so dull a vein, Sure of a market;-should they, too, who pen 'em, 1 This lady, in her Memoirs, also favours us with the address of those apothecaries who have from time to time given her pills that agreed with her; always desiring that the pills should be ordered comme pour elle. 2 A gentleman who distinguished himself by his evidence before the Irish Committees. Nine times out of ten, if his title be good, His matter within of small consequence is ;- N.B.-A learned Essay, now printing, to show When he wrote thus-' Quodcunque in Fund is, assess it." THE SLAVE. I HEARD, as I lay, a wailing sound, 'He is dead-he is dead, the rumour flew ; And I raised my chain, and turned me round, And asked, through the dungeonwindow, "Who?" I saw my livid tormentors pass, Their grief 'twas bliss to hear and see! For never came joy to them, alas, That didn't bring deadly bane to me. Eager I looked through the mist of night, And asked, 'What foe of my race hath died? Is it he that Doubter of law and right, Whom nothing but wrong could e'er decide 'Who, long as he sees but wealth to win, Hath never yet felt a qualm of doubt What suitors for justice he'd keep in, Or what suitors for freedom he'd shut out Who, a clog for ever on Truth's ad 'Whose name is one of the ill-omened words They link with hate on his native plains; And why?—they lent him hearts and swords, And he gave, in return, scoffs and chains! Is it he? is it he?' I loud inquired, When, hark--there sounded a royal knell ; And I knew what spirit had just expired, And, slave as I was, my triumph fell. He had pledged a hate unto me and mine, He had left to the future nor hope nor choice, But sealed that hate with a name divine, And he now was dead, and-I couldn't rejoice! He had fanned afresh the burning brands Of a bigotry waxing cold and dim; He had armed anew my torturers' hands, And them did I curse-but sighed for him. Old Man of the Sea, and are the first who ever escaped strangling by his malicious tricks.'Story of Sinbad. For his was the error of head, not | A prince without pride, a man without heart, And-oh, how beyond the ambushed guile, To the last unchanging, warm, sin 'I NEVER give a kiss,' says Prue, She will not give a kiss 'tis true, She'll take one though, and thank you for it. ON A SQUINTING POETESS. To no one Muse does she her glance incline, A JOKE VERSIFIED. 'COME, come,' said Tom's father, 'at your time of life, It is time you should think, boy, of taking a wife.' Why so it is, father,-whose wife shall I take?' - ON LIKE a snuffers this loving old dame, Though so oft she has snapped at the flame, A SPECULATION. Of all speculations the market holds forth, Is to buy up, at the price he is worth, And then sell him at that which he gets on himself. BALLADS AND SONGS. BLACK AND BLUE EYES. THE brilliant black eye May in triumph let fly All its darts, without caring who feels 'em; But the soft eye of blue, Though it scatter wounds too, Is much better pleased when it heals 'em. Dear Fanny! dear Fanny! Is much better pleased when it heals 'em, dear Fanny! The black eye may say, By adoring, perhaps you may move me!' But the blue eye, half hid, 'I love, and I'm yours if you love me!' I love, and am yours if you love me!' dear Fanny! Then tell me, oh! why, In that lovely eye, Not a charm of its tint I discover ; Or why should you wear The only blue pair That ever said 'No' to a lover? That ever said 'No' to a lover, dear CEASE, OH CEASE TO TEMPT. CEASE, oh cease to tempt |