They have their exits and their entrances, And then the whining school-boy, with his satchel, Even in the cannon's mouth! And then the justice, Is second childishness, and mere oblivion, Shakspeare. The Chameleon. OFT has it been my lot to mark Grown ten times perter than before ; Whatever word you chance to drop, So begs you'd pay a due submission, ti boats mi Two travellers of such a cast, Discours'd a while, 'mongst other matter, "Hold there, the other quick replies, "Tis green, 'tis green, Sir, I assure ye", "Green! cries the other in a fury— Why, Sir-d'ye think I've lost my eyes;" " "Twere no great loss, the friend replies, For, if they always serve you thus, You'll find 'em but of little use!" at So high at last the contest rose, From words they almost came to blows When luckily came by a thirdTo him the question they referrid And begg'd he'd tell 'em if he knew, Whether the thing was green or blue, so s "Sirs!" cries the umpire," cease your pother, The creature's neither one nor t'other, I caught the animal last night, And view'd it o'er by candle light: I mark'd it well-'twas black as jet→→→ You stare!-but, Sirs, I've got it yet, And can produce it." Pray, Sir, do I'll lay my life the thing is blue." . "And I'll be sworn, that when you've seen The reptile, you'll pronounce him green." "Well, then, at once to end the doubt," Replies the man, « I'll turn him out: And when before your eyes I've set him, If you don't find him black, I'll eat him." He said; then full before their sight Produc'd the beast, and lo-'twas white ! Merrick. ww Lodgings for Single Gentlemen. WHO has e'er been in London, that overgrown place, Has seen " Lodgings to Let" stare him full in the face: Some are good, and let dearly; while some, 'tis well known, Are so dear, and so bad, they are best let alone. Will Waddle, whose temper was studious and lonely, He enter'd his rooms, and to bed he retreated: Next night, 'twas the same!—and the next !—and the next! He perspir'd like an ox; he was nervous, and vex'd; Week pass'd after week, till, by weekly succession, His weakly condition was past all expression. THE THESE pl zoa In six months his acquaintance began much to doubt him; For his skin, like a lady's loose gown, hung about him! So he sent for a doctor, and cried, like a ninny, "I have lost many pounds-make me well-there's a guinea." The Doctor look'd wise:-" A slow fever," he said: Will kick'd out the Doctor:-but, when ill, indeed, "Look ye, landlord, I think," argued Will, with grin, "That with honest intentions you first took me in: But from the first night-and to say it I'm boldI've been so very hot, that I'm sure I've caught cold !” Quoth the landlord, Till now, I ne'er had a dispute; I've let lodgings ten years,-I'm a baker to boot; "The oven!!!"—says Will ;-says the host," this passion? Why In that excellent bed died three people of fashion! Why so crusty, good Sir?"" Zounds!" cried Will in a taking, "Who would not be crusty, with half a year's bak ing?" Will paid for his rooms;-cried the host, with a sneer, "Well, I see you've been going away half-a-year," "Friend, we can't well agree;-yet no quarrel”Will said; "But I'd rather not perish, while you make your bread." Colman. Toby Tosspot. ALAS! what pity 'tis that regularity These spendthrifts, who life's pleasure thus run on, By borrowing too largely of the moon. One of this kidney,-Toby Tosspot hight- 'Twas'nt direct 'twas serpentine. He work'd with sinuosities along, Like Monsieur Corkscrew, worming through a cork, Not straight, like Corkscrew's proxy, stiff Don Prong, a fork. At length, with near four bottles in his pate, He saw the moon shining on Shove's brass plate, When reading, "Please to ring the bell," And being civil beyond measure, Toby, the kindest soul in all the town, |