When we met at the ball

I of course thought it right, To pretend that we never

Had met till that night; But he knew me at once

I perceived by his glance, And I hung down my head When he asked me to dance;

Oh he sat by my side

At the end of the set, And the sweet words he said

I shall never forget;

My heart was enlisted

And could not get free, As the Captain with his whiskers Took a sly glance at me.

But he marched from the town
And I saw him no more,

Yet I think of him still

And the whiskers he wore ;

I dream all the night,

And I talk all the day

Of the love of a Captain

Who has gone far away;

I remember with super-
Abundant delight,

When we met in the street

And we danced all the night; And I keep in my mind

How my heart jump'd with glee, As the Captain with his whiskers Took a sly glance at me.

FRENCH AND ENGLISH.

T. HOOD.

AIR.-"Bob and Joan."

NEVER go to France,

Unless you know the lingo

If you do, like me,

You will repent, by jingo!
Staring like a fool,

And silent as a mummy,
There I stood, alone,

A nation with a dummy.

Never go, etc.

Chaises stand for chairs,
They christen letters Billies,
They call their mothers mares,
And all their daughters fillies.
Strange it was to hear,

I'll tell you what's a good 'un,
They call their leather queer,

Aud half their shoes are wooden.
Never go, etc.

Signs I had to make,

For every little notion—
Limbs all going like

A telegraph in motion.
For wine I reel'd about,
To show my meaning fully,
And make a pair of horns,
To ask for "beef and bully."

Never go, etc.

Moo! I cried for milk;

I got my sweet things snuggerWhen I kiss'd Jeannette,

'Twas understood for sugar.

If I wanted bread,

My jaws I set a-going;

And ask'd for new-laid eggs

By clapping hands and crowing.

If I wish'd to ride,

Never go, etc.

I'll tell you how I got it

On my stick astride,

I made believe to trot it. Then their cash was strange, It bored me ev'ry minute, Now here's a hog to change, How many sows are in it? Never go, etc.

OUT, JOHN! OUT, JOHN!

THOMAS HAYNES BAY LY.

OUT, John out, John! what are you about, John!

If you don't say "Out" at once, you make the fellow doubt, John !

Say I'm out, whoever calls; and hide my hat and cane, John;

Say you've not the least idea when I shall come again, John.

Let the people leave their bills, but tell them not to call, John;

Say I am courting Miss Rupee, and mean to pay them all, John.

Out, John out, John ! etc.

Run, John! run, John ! there's another dun, John;

If it's Prodger, hid him call to-morrow week at one, John.

If he says he saw me at the window, as he knock'd, John,

Make a face, and shake your head, and tell him you are shock'd, John ;

Take your pocket-handkerchief, and put it to your eye, John ;

Say your master's not the man to bid you tell a lie, John.

Out, John! out, John ! etc.

Oh! John, go, John! there's Noodle's knock, I know, John;

Tell him that all yesterday you sought him high and low, John;

Tell him, just before he came, you saw me mount the hill, John,

Say you think I'm only gone to pay his little bill, John ;

Then, I think, you'd better add--that if I miss to-day, John,

You're sure I mean to call when next I pass his way, John.

Out, John! out, John ! etc.

Hie, John fly John! I will tell you why, John

If there is not Grimshaw at the corner, let me die, John !

He will hear of no excuse-I'm sure he'll search the house, John,

Peeping into corners hardly fit to hold a mouse, John;

Beg he'll take a chair and wait-I know he wont refuse, John

And I'll pop through the little door that opens on the mews, John.

Out, John! out, John ! etc.