The corkscrew by accident fell from the table,
And to find it at first the drunk guests were unable ;
When as Noll got impatient, and went on his knees,
A messenger entered, and said, "if you please,
The kirk's deputation would wish to be heard."
"Not at present (cried Noll) we are seeking the
Lord."

Then observed to his friends," They are not without merit

Who seek the means humbly to get at the spirit."

TO MY LOOKING-GLASS.

By a Noble Lord.

Ah! that my heart were pure as thee!
As free from blemish and from stain ;
Or that each spot that's there could be
As easily wiped off again.

ON MISS LITTLE.

Addressed to Miss Little, who was very short in stature, on her marriage.

When any thing abounds, we find
That nobody will have it,
But when there's little of the kind,
One and all we crave it.

If wives are evils, as 'tis known,

And woefully confess'd,

The man who's wise will surely own

A little one is best.

The God of Love's a little wight,

But beautiful as thought;

Thou, too, art little, fair as light,
And all that's sweet-in short!
O, happy girl! all think thee so,
So think the poet's song-
"Man wants but little here below,
Nor wants that little long !"

ON HOPE.

By Campbell.

Eternal hope! when yonder spheres sublime
Peal'd their first notes to sound the march of time,
Thy joyous youth began, but not to fade;
When all the sister planets have decay'd.
When wrapt in fire the realms of æther glow,
And heaven's last thunder shakes the world below.
Thou undisturbed shall o'er its ruins smile,

And light thy torch at nature's funeral pile.

LINES SENT WITH

A COUPLE OF DUCKS TO A

PATIENT.

By the late Dr. Jenner.

I've dispatch'd, my dear Madam, this scrap of a let

ter,

To say that Miss ****** is very much better :
A regular Doctor no longer she lacks,

And therefore I've sent her a Couple of Quacks.

HOME.

By Mrs. Cornwall Baron Wilson.

Let others flaunt in gay attire,

And range thro' Fashion's giddy round

;

Give ME, the calm Domestic fire,
Where Joy, and social Pleasure's found!

Let others at the midnight Ball,
Through Fashion's mazes wildly roam :
To me, such heartless pleasures pall,
Compar'd with those I find at HOME!

The brightest cheek that ever bloom'd,
Is turn'd by Dissipation pale;
The heart's best feelings are entomb'd
In scenes, where courtly joys prevail !

Let others bow at Fashion's shrine,
And thro' the maze of Pleasure roam;
The calmer joys of Life be mine,
My cheerful hearth-and quiet HOME!

A CONJUGAL RETORT.

I'll list for a soldier,' says Robin to Sue, To avoid these eternal disputes!''Aye, aye,' cries the termagant, 'do Robin, do! I'll raise, the mean while, fresh recruits.'

PHILLIS'S HEART.

Phillis, you little rosy rake,

That heart of yours I long to rifle ;
Come, give it me, and do not make
So much ado about a trifle.

SLANDER ON LORD BYRON.

His Lordship, a short time before he quitted England in 1816, addressed the following lines to an individual by whom he deemed himself injured: they are but little known :

And, dost thou ask the reason of my sadness?
Well, I will tell it thee, unfeeling boy?
Twas ill report that urg'd my brain to madness,
'Twas thy tongue's venom poisoned all my joy.

The sadness which thou seest, is not sorrow;

My wounds are far too deep for simple grief: The heart thus wither'd, seeks in vain to borrow From calm reflection, comfort or relief.

The arrow's flown, and dearly shalt thou rue it;
No mortal hand can rid me of my pain;

My heart is pierc'd, but thou can'st not subdue it :
Revenge is left, and is not left in vain.

ADVICE.

Determin'd before hand, we gravely pretend
To ask the advice of an intimate friend.
Should his sentiments differ, on any pretence,
We pity his want both of judgment and sense,
But if he falls into, and flatters our plan,
Why, really we think him a sensible man.

C. S.

BEAUTY AND VIRTUE,

What is beauty? 'tis a flow'r,
Transient as the passing show'r ;

As the dew-drop of the morn
Glist'ning on the tender thorn.

'Tis the rainbow of the sky,
Deep in tints of fancied dye;
'Tis the glow-worm's fading light
Quickly stealing from the sight.

See the rose with crimson cheek,
And the lily chaste and meek;
See the blossoms of the year,
They rise, they reign, then disappear.

If beauty then's a short liv'd flow'r,
Guard with care each circling hour;
And the lustre of the mind

Wear with youth and charms combin'd.

Stormy Winter, dost though spare

Vi'let sweet or cowslip fair?
Does thy blast its raging pow'r
Soften to the drooping flow'r?

Age is Winter, and his storm
Full oft doth strike the fairest form;
But the treasures of the heart
Withstand his keen uplifted dart.

A TAP ROOM INSCRIPTION.

All you that bring tobacco here,
Must pay for pipes as well as beer.
And you that stand before the fire,
I pray sit down by good desire
That other folks, as well as you,
May see the fire and feel it too.