Where are you, old companions trusty The kind old voices and old faces SORROWS OF WERTHER. WERTHER had a love for Charlotte Such as words could never utter; And share the wine and Bouilla-And for all the wealth of Indies baisse. Would do nothing for to hurt her. Till he blew his silly brains out, And no more was by it troubled. LITTLE BILLEE. THERE were three sailors of Bristol Who took a boat and went to sea, But first with beef and captain's biscuits, And pickled pork they loaded she. And, looking grave, "You must," says he, 66 'Quit your sweet bride, and come with me. "With you! and quit my Susan's side? With you!" the hapless husband cried; "Young as I am, 't is monstrous hard! Besides, in truth, I'm not prepared: My thoughts on other matters go; This is my wedding-day, you know." What more he urged I have not heard, His reasons could not well be stronger; So Death the poor delinquent spared, And left to live a little longer. Yet calling up a serious look, His hour-glass trembled while he spoke more "Neighbor," he said, "farewell! no [bour; Shall Death disturb your mirthful And further, to avoid all blame Of cruelty upon my name, To give you time for preparation, And fit you for your future station, Three several warnings you shall have, Before you're summoned to the grave; Willing for once I'll quit my prey, And grant a kind reprieve, In hopes you'll have no more to say, But when I call again this way, Well pleased the world will leave." To these conditions both consented, And parted perfectly contented. What next the hero of our tale befell, How long he lived, how wise, how well, How roundly he pursued his course, And smoked his pipe, and stroked his horse, The willing muse shall tell: He chaffered then, he bought and sold, Nor once perceived his growing old, Many his gains, his children few, He passed his hours in peace. But while he viewed his wealth increase, While thus along life's dusty road Uncalled, unheeded, unawares, Half killed with anger and surprise, "So soon returned!" old Dodson cries. "So soon, d'ye call it!" Death replies; "Nay, then," the spectre stern So come along, no more we'll part. He said, and touched him with his dart. rejoined, "These are unjustifiable yearnings: If you are lame and deaf and blind, You've had your three sufficient warnings; JOHN TOWNSEND TROWBRIDGE. THE VAGABONDS. WE are two travellers, Roger and I. Roger's my dog.-Come here, you scamp! Jump for the gentleman,-mind your eye! Over the table, look out for the lamp! The rogue is growing a little old; Five years we've tramped through wind and weather, And slept out-doors when nights were cold, And eat and drank-and starvedtogether. We've learned what comfort is, I tell you! A bed on the floor, a bit of rosin, A fire to thaw our thumbs (poor fellow! The paw he holds up there's been frozen), Plenty of catgut for my fiddle (This out-door business is bad for strings), Then a few nice buckwheats hot from |