"To prove your reviler an infamous liar, I swear I will grant you whate'er you desire!" "Then by my head," The youngster said, "I'll mount the coach when the horses are fed ! For there's nothing I'd choose, as I'm alive, Like a seat on the box and a dashing drive!" 'Nay, Phaethon, don't,— 66 I beg you won't, Just stop a moment and think upon't! You're quite too young," continued the sage, "To tend a coach at your tender age Besides, you see, "Twill really be Your first appearance on any stage! Desist, my child, The cattle are wild, e! And when their mettle is thoroughly 'riled,' 6 They're not the fellows to draw it mild! You'll rue the day,— So mind, and don't be foolish, Pha!" And swore aloud, 'Twas just the thing to astonish the crowd, He called for the chargers, unheeding the charge, Now Phoebus felt exceedingly sorry He gave the youth a bit of advice: ""Parce stimulis, utere loris !' (A 'stage direction,' of which the core is, Don't use the whip,-they're ticklish things,— But, whatever you do, hold on to the strings) Remember the rule of the Jehu-tribe is, "Medio tutissimus ibis,' (As the Judge remarked to a rowdy Scotchman, Who was going to quod between two watchmen !) So mind your eye, and spare your goad, Be shy of the stones, and keep in the road!" Whack-crack" Resounded along the horses' back !— The whole "establishment" went to smash! And Phaethon, he, As all agree, Off the coach was suddenly hurled Into a puddle, and out of the world! MORAL. Don't rashly take to dangerous courses, It's one of Old Nick's Diabolical tricks To get people into a regular "fix,” And hold 'em there as fast as bricks! JOHN G. SAXE. RAIL-BIRD SHOOTING. He went out in the morning early, His "ammunition box" He put in the stern of the boat; He took off his shooting-coat. "I'll have warm work to-day," He spoke but a gentle creek! Showed him a rail just rising, 66 So he raised his gun to his cheek. Rip-bang!" went the right-hand barrel"Mark!" said the pusher: then Uprose from the reeds another rail; Rose up-to fall again! "We'd better git out of this, For the tide's a running down!" Containing rum-I think. (GUNNER speaks.) "I want more rails, by thunder! To fence my hunger in : I've only shot six dozen yet: To knock off now's a sin." "I rather think I've got (PUSHER answers.) Three dozen staked out' here, You'll make the bulliest shooting Been done down here this year!" Then fraternally both took a drink From the big black bottle of rum. Over the side of the boat, Over the side leaned he, And pulled in the "staked-out rail" As he turned to hand them over Into six foot mud and water And then came the genuine railing; HENRY P. LELAND. FANS. FROM London to Canton, New York to Japan, One hour with another, somewhere waves a fan: Be it palm-leaf or silk,—of wood, ivory, or pearl; Be it homely or "worldly," it's e'er on the whirl. Brown Inez at Madrid, dark Julia at Rome, Yellow Wang-ta at Canton, fair Fanny at home; Though so different in natures, are yet of one mind— That fans, like fast brokers, can soon "raise the wind." |