Each day to the King the reports came in And the sad panorama of human woes And he grew ashamed of his useless life, And out he went in the world, and toiled And the people blessed him, the land was glad, JOHN HAY. THE BRIEFLESS BARRISTER. An attorney was taking a turn, in shabby habiliments drest; His coat it was shockingly worn, and the rust had invested his vest; His breeches had suffered a rent, his linen and worsted were worse, He had scarce a whole crown in his hat, and not half-a-crown in his purse; And thus as he wandered along, a cheerless and comfortless elf, He sought for relief in a song, or complainingly talked to himself: "Unfortunate man that I am! I've never a client but grief; The case is, I've no case at all, and in brief, I have never a brief! "I've waited, and waited in vain, expecting an opening to find, Where an honest young lawyer might gain some reward for the toil of his mind. 'Tis not that I'm wanting in law, or lack an intelligent face, That others have cases to plead, while I have to plead for a case! "Oh! how can a modest young man ere hope for the smallest progression, The profession's already so full of lawyers so full of profession!" While thus he was strolling around, his eye accidentally fell On a very deep hole in the ground, and he sighed to himself, "It is well!" To curb his emotion he sat on the kerb-stone the space of a minute; Then cried, "Here's an opening at last!" and in less than a jiffy was in it. Next morning twelve citizens came ('twas the coroner bade them attend), To the end that it might be determined how the man had determined his end. "The man was a lawyer, I hear!" quoth the foreman who sat on the corse; "A lawyer? alas!" said another, "He undoubtedly died of remorse." A third said "He knew the deceased, an attorney well versed in the laws; And as to the cause of his death, 'twas no doubt from the want of a cause!" The jury decided at length, after solemnly weighing the matter, "That the lawyer was drowned because he could not keep his head above water." JOHN G. SAXE. A SEA-DIRGE. There are certain things-as a spider, a ghost, Pour some salt water on to the floor Ugly, I'm sure you'll confess it to beSuppose that it extended a mile or more, That's very like the sea. Pinch a dog till it howls outright Cruel, but all very well for a spree;― I had a vision of nursery-maids, Who invented those spades of wood? Who was it cut them out of the tree? None, I think, but an idiot could, Or one that loved the sea. It is pleasant and dreamy, no doubt, to float But suppose you are very unwell in the boat, "But it makes the intellect clear and keen." If not the "natural C?” What! keen? with such questions as 66 When's high tide? Is shelling shrimps an improvement to tea: Were donkeys intended for man to ride?" Such are our thoughts by the sea.. There is an insect that people avoid, If you like coffee with sand for dregs, A decided hint of salt in your tea, And a fishy taste in the very eggsBy all means choose the sea. And if, with these dainties to drink and to eat, For I have friends who dwell by the coast, It is when I am with them, I wonder most They take me a walk; though tired and stiff, I try the rocks and think it cool That they laugh with such an excess of glee, Once I met a friend in the street, With wife, and nurse, and children three; Never again such a sight may I meet As that party from the sea. Their cheeks were hollow, their steps were slow, "Are you going to prison, dear friend?" "Oh, no! We're returning from the sea." ANONYMOUS. "YOU ARE OLD, FATHER WILLIAM.” "You are old, Father William," the young man said, And yet you incessantly stand on your head- "In my youth," Father William replied to his son, "I feared it might injure the brain; But now that I'm perfectly sure I have none, 66 "You are old," said the youth, as I mentioned before, And have grown most uncommonly fat; Yet you turned a back-somersault in at the door Pray, what is the reason of that?" "In my youth," said the sage, as he shook his gray locks, "I kept all my limbs very supple By the use of this ointment-one shilling the box- |