All those that have seen her must ever agree, That she charms when she's seen, tho' its mostly by Night.

The PAT-ON, the FooTE, the TREE we admire,
Their various beauties delightful approve;
Our senses they charm, our fancy inspire
But last, though not least, is all conquering
LOVE.

THE YOUNG FIDLER AND HIS FATHER.

"Curse on this fiddling," cried old Dad,
To Ned, his only hopeful lad,

"You lose much time at this, you lout."
"No, sir, my time I keep, don't doubt."
"Pshaw!" said the Father, full of spleen,
"But to kill time is all you mean.”
"Pardon me, Sir, I may beat time,
"Yet think the killing him a crime."

C. E.

THE CHICKS IN THE CITY; OR, HATCHING
MADE EASY.

"First lay your egg."-Mrs. Glasse, on Cookery.

We have heard of the famous Colossus of old,
And the Palace of Cyrus, cemented with gold;
Of the Statue of Jupiter-Temple of Dian-
The Mausoleum of Coria (of art the first scion)—
Of Egypt's proud Pyramids, rais'd by its Kings-
Old Babylon's Walls, and such wonderful things-

Which has grac'd for long ages the Historic

page;

But those go for moonshine, in this wond'rous

age

For of Wonders I think Hobbler's found out the

cream,

He hatches the Eggs, and makes Chickens by Steam!!!

COCK A DOODLE DOO.

RECEIPT TO MAKE A MODERN FOP.

Two tuns of pride and impudence,
One scruple next of modesty and sense,
Two grains of truth; of falsehood and deceit,
And insincerity, a hundred weight.
Infuse into the skull of flashy wit
And empty nonsense quantum sufficit.
To make the composition quite complete,
Throw in the appearance of a grand estate,
A lofty cane, a sword with silver hilt,
A ring, two watches, and a snuff-box gilt,
A gay effeminate embroidered vest,
With suitable attire-probatum est.

CHIT-CHAT ON A WARM DAY.

The weather's too hot,' says a miss to her spark, To inspect the Achilles they've raised in Hyde

Park.'

That's true,' cried the youth; and,

lief,

The sight will please most-at the fall of the leaf.'

THE WISH MAL-APROPOS.

When Damon was with Celia playing,
In a snug room, and near a bed;
When both were fooling, and were saying,
Just what came in each other's head.
Damon unwittingly exclaimed,

I wish in some large pathless wood, We now were plac'd,-a thing not nam'd— And then my lovely Celia would"What!" cried the lass, in a high note, Between a groaning and a hissing; "Does the man mean to cut my throat? "Is not here room enough to kiss in?"

THE PUNSTERS.

At a Tavern one night,

Messrs. More, Strange, and Wright

Met to drink, and good thoughts to exchange; Says More," of us three,

"The whole will agree,

"There's only one knave, and that's Strange." "Yes," says Strange (rather sore)

"I'm sure there's one More,

“A most terrible knave and a bite, "Who cheated his mother,

"His sister and brother."

"O yes," replied More, "that is Wright."

ABATEMENT IN PRICE.

When Charlotte first increased the Cyprian corps, She ask'd a hundred pounds-I gave her more ;

Next year, to fifty sunk the course of trade,
I thought it now extravagant, but paid;
Six months elaps'd: 'twas twenty guineas then,
In vain I pray'd and pressed, and proffer'd ten.
Another quarter hardly slipp'd away,

She begg'd four guineas at the play;

I boggled her demand still humbler grew,
'Twas "thank you kindly, Sir" for two pounds two.
Next in the street her favours I might win,
For a few shillings, or a glass of gin:

And now (tho' sad and wonderful it sounds,)
I would not touch her for a hundred pounds.

THE MODEST MAID.

I NEVER give a kiss, (says Prue)
To naughty men, for I abhor it;
She will not give a kiss, 'tis true,"

She'll take one though, and thank you for it!

CUTTING A SWELL.

Cries Ned to Bill, how's shabby Bob?
Says he, I cannot tell,

He's CUT me-for his stupid nob
Thought me too GREAT A SWELL.
Egad, says Ned, that's very fair,
He'll now do very well;
For the first time it is, I'll swear,
He EVER CUT A SWELL.

FASHION: AN IMPROMPTU.

Their bosoms, legs, and arms to show,
The modest belles now venture-

Fashion, strip on-fig-leaves may do,
To girdle round the centre.

GARRICK'S DEBUT AND RETREAT.

A gentleman asked a friend, who had seen Garrick perform his first and last character, if he thought him as good an actor when he took his leave of the stage at old Drury, as when he first played at Goodman's he gave for an answer the following extempore lines.

Fields;

I saw him rising in the East,

In all his energetic glows;

I saw him setting in the West,

In greater splendour than he rose.

ON READING THE BEAUX STRATAGEM.

Farquhar's loose scenes let every good man shun, When all our morals to perdition run.

A crew like these the world ne'er knew before
A rake each husband, and each wife a whore ;
How vile a pimp to every human vice!
What wretched fools who read his pages twice!
When shall a British stage be swept quite clean,
Nor actors need to blush for what they mean.
Lay Shakespeare, and a select few aside,
And that sweet pastoral Edina's pride,

Where honest nature soars above stage art,
And each pure thought flows warmly from the

heart;

And then remark what hateful trash remains; Trash, taste abhors, and common sense disdains.

G