DOMESTIC ASIDES; OR, TRUTH IN PARENTHESES. "I REALLY take it very kind, I have not seen you such an age (The wretch has come to dinner!) "Your daughters, too, what loves of girls What heads for painters' easels! Come here and kiss the infant, dears, (And give it p'r'aps the measles !) "Your charming boys I see are home 'Twas very kind to bring them both,- "What! little Clara left at home? I should have loved to kiss her so, "And Mr. S., I hope he's well, He never now drops in to sup, – - I long to hear 66 Come, take a seat - You're come of course to spend the day! "What! must you go? next time I hope You'll give me longer measure; Nay I shall see you down the stairs (With most uncommon pleasure!) "Good-bye! good-bye! remember all, EPIGRAMS. COMPOSED ON READING A DIARY LATELY PUB. LISHED. THAT flesh is grass is now as clear as day, To any but the merest purblind pup, Death cuts it down, and then, to make her hay, My Lady Bury comes and rakes it up. THE LAST WISH. WHEN I resign this world so briary, And be interred without a BURY-ing! THE poor dear dead have been laid out in vain, Turned into cash, they are laid out again! THE DEVIL'S ALBUM. Ir will seem an odd whim As the Devil to take a delight in ; But by common renown He has come up to town, On a handsomer book Of a flame-colour silk is the binding, With a border superb, Where through flow'ret and herb, The old Serpent goes brilliantly winding By gilded grotesques, And embossed arabesques, The whole cover, in fact, is pervaded; That betrays they were traced As for paper But extremely hot-pressed, Courts the pen to luxuriate upon it, And against every blank There's a note on the Bank, As a bribe for a sketch or a sonnet. Who will care to appear Is a question to morals most vital; It's the public belief, EPIGRAM. THE SUPERIORITY OF MACHINERY, A Mechanic his labor will often discard But a clock and its case is uncommonly hard- JOHN DAY. A PATHETIC BALLAD. "A Day after the Fair. " - OLD PROVERB. JOHN DAY he was the biggest man Of all the coachman-kind, With back too broad to be conceived By any narrow mind. The very horses knew his weight To come but once a year. Alas! against the shafts of love, What armour can avail? Soon Cupid sent an arrow through The bar-maid of the Crown he loved, |