A Steam Engine Exquisite, Of the Year 1938. Tell John to set the kettle on, Tell cook to dress those humming birds, I shot in Mexico, They've now been killed at least two days, They'll be un peu trop haut. I'll try that wine too, a la rose, How could those goths of other times The trip I took the other day, To breakfast in the moon, Has spoiled my new balloon. For, steering through the milky way, He ran against a star, And turning round again too soon, Such fellows ought to keep below; If he's so clumsy, he should go My time is surely up by now- Give the "breath bag" for the way— POCKET BOOK. The Collegian and the Porter. AT Trin. Col. Cam.-which means, in proper spelling, The odds at any race or match; Could kick up rows-knock down the watch- Drink-tie cravats-drive a tandem. One need not be a necromancer To guess that with so great a wight, Home as the midnight chimes were tolling, The second peal was vain—the third "Who's there?—I s'pose young Harum-scarum." "Tis I, my worthy Ben-'tis Harry." "My place if I undo the door."— "And I," (young Hopeful interposed,) "Shall be expell'd if you refuse, "So pr'ythee"-Ben began to snore.— "I'm wet," cried Harry, to the skin, "Hip! hallo! Ben-dont be a ninney; "Beneath the gate I've thrust a guinea, "So tumble out and let me in." "Humph!" growl'd the greedy old Curmudgeon, Half overjoy'd and half in dudgeon. "Now you may pass, but make no fuss, Cried Harry as he pass'd the gate, "I've dropp'd a shilling-take the light, "You'll find it just outside-good night." Behold the porter in his shirt, Cursing the rain which never stopp'd, Groping and raking in the dirt, And all without success, but that Is hardly to be wonder'd at, Because no shilling had been dropp'd, So he gave o'er the search at last, "Who's there?'Tis really a disgrace "To ring so loud-I've lock'd the gate "I know my duty-'Tis too late— "You wouldn't have me lose my place." "Psha! Mr. Dashington; remember, "This is the middle of November, "I'm stripp'd;-'tis raining cats and dogs," "Hush, hush!" quoth Hal, "I'm fast asleep ;" And then he snored as loud and deep As a whole company of hogs. "But hark'ye, Ben, I'll grant admittance "At the same rate I paid myself." "Nay, master, leave me half the pittance," "No; all or none-a full acquittance; Ben, with an oath and groan of pain, Drew out the guinea and restored it. "Surely you'll give me," growl'd th' outwitted Porter, when again admitted, "Something, now you've done your joking, "For all this trouble, time, and soaking." “Oh, surely-surely," Harry said; "Since as you urge, I broke your rest, “And you're half drown'd and quite undress'd, "I'll give you-leave to go to bed." |