ON A WHIP HAVING BEEN GIVEN BY HIS That sycophants might have their rights, A fitting legacy—a whip! TO MR. BLISS, THE TREASURER OF A BIBLE ASSOCIATION. Some say the Bible points the road to bliss,— THE TWO FIDDLĖS. A Scotchman, delighted when Soloman play'd, Though your flattery greatly allures, This mark of your kindness I needs must repel; ON HEARING THE CHARITY CHILDREN SING THE OLD 100TH PSALM, AT THE ANNIVERSARY. "What thought you of the singing at St. Paul's?" 66 Cried Miss to Ma, as by her side she sat : Why, if I must speak plainly," Madam bawls"'Twas like our table-beer, by far too flat?" GOOD NEWS. I met my coal-merchant the other day,"Good morrow, sir; and how are coals, I pray?" "Ah, sir," said he, " I pity the poor souls, This dreadful frosty time, for coals are coals." "That's good," cried I; "the news my heart elates, For half of those you sent me last were slates." OLD BAILEY EPIGRAM. The following lines were written by Cockerill*, in the condemn'd pew, at the Old Bailey, on the Sunday prior to his execution, February 19, 1826. No doctor will extract one tooth, 66 THE FORCE OF ELOQUENCE. My speech was such the other day," Said H-g-e, 66 My arguments were such, that all Perceived he could not choose but fall." NOVELTY IN WIT. Curio, 'tis said, a comedy has writ, * Executed for forgery, Tuesday, Feb. 21, 1826. DOCTOR O. N, A man of superhuman eloquence." Merchant. The Doctor's Wine What says that meek divine, O. N. A JUNIOR TO AN ELDER BROTHER. If I am poor, the fault lies not with me; 66 A MOTTO FOR M'ADAM. My essay on roads” quoth M'Adam, “lies there, But does not the title-page look rather bare? I long for a Latin quotation!" A Delphin edition of Virgil stood nigh, To second his classic desire; Where the road-maker hit on the shepherd's reply, "Miror magis"-" I rather add mire!" ON SEEING A FALSEHOOD RECORDED ON A TOMB-STONE. Here both they lie, upon my life,- ON THE SHOT FIRED AT THE DUKE OF WELLINGTON, AT PARIS, IN 1816. Imitation of the French. The shot has missed, I'll tell you why,— ON JUSTICE. A poor man once a judge besought And with a pot of oil salutes This judger of the laws. "My friend," quoth he, "thy cause is good :" Before this partial judge. A hog well-fed this churl presents, Therewith he cried, "O! partial judge, Thy doom has me undone; When oil I gave, my cause was good, "Poor man," quoth he, "I thee forgot, A hog came since into my house, ON SEEING A PRIEST DECORATED. In days gone by, when time was young, ON A MAN MARRYING HIS MOTHER-IN-LAW'S SISTER. My wife my father's sister is! My wife my father's daughter is! My father is my brother! THE PARSON ASTONISHED. A reverend divine, as it is stated, A woman, seemingly much agitated, Pluck'd him most violently by the gown : "Sir," says the woman, "I must speak with you." Come to me when the funeral's done." 66 Say on, then," says the parson, seeing no chance "Your conduct, sir, is much too bad; it |