into the air, and then bellowing and treading them under foot. But-we must come to a close. Suffice it to say, that the village of Stockwell was long in a state of confusion in consequence of these games; for the mischief which was done during the period of delusion, ended not, like the delusion itself, with the rising or setting of the sun.

Having now related as many particulars of these strange occurrences as our limits will permit, we have merely to state the effects which they produced upon ourselves. Whenever we have since beheld servants aping the conduct of their masters or mistresses, tradesmen wasting their time and money at taverns, clergymen forgetful of the dignity and sacred character of their profession, publicans imagining themselves fit for preachers, children calling their parents to account for their conduct, matrons acting the hoyden, and other incongruities-whenever we

witness these and the like occurrences, we conclude that the actors therein have been playing a game with the Old Gentleman's Teetotum.

[ABRIDGED FROM BLACKWOOD.]

A WATER PARTY.

OH, Laura! such a charming party! You've missed our pic-nic, foolish girl;

I do assure you from my heart, I

Hate you, now you're Mrs. Searle.

You know I dote upon the river—

'Twas settled we should row to Kew; And though the cold did make us shiver,

In England that's not very new.

But I should tell

you that our number

Was rather more than you would like; For Ma would ask that living lumber,

That dull, but worthy, Mrs. Pike: Then she insisted that her daughter

Could not, for worlds, be left behind; The poor girl screamed so, on the waterI wonder mothers are so blind!

We'd Clara Smith, and Major Morris,
Besides Sir John, and Lady Gann-
Their nephew too-his name is Horace→
A well-bred, clever, tall young man:
Papa, Mamma, and all my brothers-
Sophia, Kate, Georgina, and me;

I have not time to name the others,
Except your old flame, Dr. Lea.

The whole arrangement was quite charming;

Miss Smith, though, is a shocking flirt; Her conduct really was alarming—

Her Mamma is so very pert.

The men all chose to praise her singing!
But one's so sick of " Home, sweet Home!"
And "Hark, the Village Bells are ringing!"
Is duller than the Pope of Rome.

Then her "La ci darem la mano,"
Was murdered by poor Major M.;
She whispered him, in vain, “ piano !”
That little man is quite a gem―

I mean to those who're fond of quizzing,
Which you and I, of course, are not;

He looks like soda-water, fizzing,

Or like a mutton-chop when hot.