The Pope is said this fact is hardly credible-to have sold the Laocoon and the Apollo Belvidere to the Emperor of Russia for nine millions of francs.”

Globe and Traveller.

Bloudie Jacke!

And she heard your unpleasant "Haw! haw!" While the Maiden, stone dead,

By the hair of her head,

O'er the bridge you were trying to draw,

As she saw

A thing quite contra-ry to law!

Bloudie Jacke! you've got hold of her hair!— But nor Jacke nor his Man

Can see Young Mary-Anne,

She has hid herself under the stair,

With

your

choice bits of taste and virtù ;
Each bijou

Is upset in their search after you!

They are playing the deuce with your things,

Bloudie Jacke!

And the new

One, George Robins swears came from St. Cloud.

Every person to pass is forbid,

While they turn out the closets

And all their deposits

"There's the dust-hole-come lift up the lid! ”

So they did

But they could not find where you were hid !

They have pull'd you down flat on your back!
And they smack, and they thwack,
Till your "funny-bones" crack,

As if you were stretched on the rack,

At each whack !—

Good lack! what a savage attack!