I did not understand him well, but think he | To fetch your beer yourself, but make the potmeant to say boy bring your stout! He'd seen that little vulgar Boy, that morning, And when you go to Margate next, just stop, and swim away In Captain Large's Royal George, about an hour Give my respects to Mrs. Jones, and say I'm

ring the bell,

pretty well!

RICHARD HARRIS BARHAM
(THOMAS INGOLDSBY, ESQ.).

THE YARN OF THE "NANCY BELL."
FROM "THE BAB BALI ADS"

'T WAS on the shores that round our coast
From Deal to Ramsgate span,
That I found alone, on a piece of stone,
An elderly naval man.

His hair was weedy, his beard was long,
And weedy and long was he;
And I heard this wight on the shore recite,
In a singular minor key :—

"O, I am a cook and a captain bold,

And the mate of the Nancy brig,
And a bo'sun tight, and a midshipmite,

And the crew of the captain's gig.'

And he shook his fists and he tore his hair,
Till I really felt afraid,

For I could n't help thinking the man had been
drinking,

And so I simply said :—

"O elderly man, it's little I know
Of the duties of men of the sea,
And I'll eat my hand if I understand
How you can possibly be

"At once a cook and a captain bold,

And the mate of the Nancy brig,
And a bo'sun tight, and a midshipmite,

And the crew of the captain's gig!"

Then he gave a hitch to his trousers, which
Is a trick all seamen larn,
And having got rid of a thumping quid
He spun this painful yarn :-

""T was in the good ship Nancy Bell
That we sailed to the Indian sea,

Don't link yourself with vulgar folks, who've got And there on a reef we come to grief,`

no fixed abode,

Tell lies, use naughty words, and say they “wish

they may be blowed!"

Which has often occurred to me.

"And pretty nigh all o' the crew was drowned (There was seventy-seven o' soul);

Don't take too much of double X! and don't And only ten of the Nancy's men

at night go out

--

Said Here' to the muster-roll.

So when they got aboard of the Admiral's,
He hanged fat Jack and flogged Jimmee,
But as for little Bill he made him
The Captain of a Seventy-three.

WILLIAM MAKEPEACE THACKERAY.

SORROWS OF WERTHER. WERTHER had a love for Charlotte

Such as words could never utter ; Would you know how first he met her? She was cutting bread and butter.

Charlotte was a married lady,

And a moral man was Werther, And for all the wealth of Indies Would do nothing for to hurt her.

So he sighed and pined and ogled,
And his passion boiled and bubbled,
Till he blew his silly brains out,
And no more was by it troubled.

Charlotte, having seen his body

Borne before her on a shutter,
Like a well-conducted person,
Went on cutting bread and butter.

WILLIAM MAKEPEACE THACKERAY.

THE EGGS AND THE HORSES.

A MATRIMONIAL EPIC.

JOHN DOBBINS was so captivated By Mary Trueman's fortune, face, and cap, (With near two thousand pounds the hook was baited,)

That in he popped to matrimony's trap.

One small ingredient towards happiness,
It seems, ne'er occupied a single thought;
For his accomplished bride
Appearing well supplied

With the three charms of riches, beauty, dress,

He did not, as he ought,

"An interest in your case I really take,
And therefore gladly this agreement make:
An hundred eggs within this basket lie,

With which your luck, to-morrow, you shall try;
Also my five best horses, with my cart;

Think of aught else; so no inquiry made he| And from the farm at dawn you shall depart.

As to the temper of the lady.

And here was certainly a great omission;
None should accept of Hymen's gentle fetter,
"For worse or better,"

Whatever be their prospect or condition,
Without acquaintance with each other's nature;
For many a mild and quiet creature
Of charming disposition,

Alas! by thoughtless marriage has destroyed it.

All round the country go,

And be particular, I beg;

Where husbands rule, a horse bestow,

But where the wives, an egg.

And if the horses go before the eggs,
I'll ease you of your wife, — I will, — I' fegs!"

Away the married man departed,

Brisk and light-hearted :
Not doubting that, of course,