ON THE PRICE OF VENISON.

Five guineas for a haunch, O shame!
O, what expensive cheer!
Yet, here is nothing new to blame,
Ven'son is always-Deer.

THE MARRIAGE NOOSE.

If 'tis to marry when the knot is tied,
Why then they marry who at Tyburn ride;
And if that knot 'till death be loos'd by none,
Why then to marry and be hang'd's all one.

THE SNAIL.

With friends, with family unblest,
Condemn'd alone to dwell;

If dangers or alarm molest,
He shrinks within his cell.

Grown old, like captive mop'd and wan,
Forlorn at home he lies;
And snail-like lives the selfish man,
And like a snail he dies.

TO THE GAS COMPANY.

Our morals as well as appearance must shew What praise to your labours and science we owe. Our streets and our manners you've equally brigh ten'd,

Our city's less wick-ed, and much more enlighten'd.

THE ADIEU.

An adieu should in utterance die,
If written should faintly appear;
Only heard in the breath of a sigh,
Only seen in the drop of a tear.

CHANGE OF SENTIMENT.

(By the late Princess Amelia.)

Unthinking, idle, wild, and young,
I laugh'd, and danced, and talk'd, and sung;
And proud of health, of freedom vain,
Dream'd not of sorrow, care, or pain,
Concluding in those hours of glee,
That all the world was made for me.

But when the days of trial came,

When sickness shook this trembling frame,
When folly's gay pursuits were o'er,
And I could dance, and sing no more,
It then occurred, how sad 't would be,
Were this world only made for me.

ON DEATH.

When young we Death deride, and at him scoff; But, in his turn, he's sure to-takes us off!

LADIES' WATCHES.

The following very neat Epigram on ladies wearing watches suspended from the neck, made its first appearance in the Morning

Chronicle.

Among our fashionable bands,

What wonder now that Time should linger?
Allow'd to place his two rude hands
Where no one else dares lay a finger.

ON A RED NOSE.

Reader, whene'er thou dost perceive a nose,
That red with many a large carbuncle glows,
Thou may'st conclude, nay, thou may'st safely

swear,

That nose was never nurs'd upon small beer.

INSCRIPTION

On the front of a church, at a village in Shropshire.

This Church, with ornaments it was supply'd,
And inside and outside was beautified;

When Master John Parks, who lived near,
Was our well beloved Overseer.

The Commandments and Belief, it is right to declare,

Was given by Master Peter Sinclair;

And two new bells were put in the steeple,
By a voluntary contribution of the Parish People.

ON SCANDAL.

Believe not each aspersing tongue,
As some weak persons do;
But always feel that story wrong
Which ought not to be true.

ON THE MARRIAGE OF MR. MUDD TO MISS B

Lot's wife, we read in days of old,
For one rebellious halt,

Was chang'd, as we are plainly told,
Into a lump of salt.

The same propensity for change

Still runs in female blood,
For here we find a case as strange,
A maiden turned to Mudd!

ON THE MARRIAGE OF MISS E. BLACK WITH
MR. T. WHITE.

Mankind

may now all error shun,
Nay, set Dame Nature right;
For I, as Lawyers oft have done,
Can prove that Black is White.

DEFINITION OF LAW.

Law bears the name, but money has the power;
The cause is bad whene'er the client's poor.
Those strict-liv'd men that seem above the world
Are oft two modest to resist our gold,

So judgment, like our other wares, is sold:
And the grave Judge that nods upon the laws,
Wak'd by a fee, hems, and approves the cause.

SINGULAR ROBBERY.

The coins deposited by the hand of the Right Rev. the Bishop of Chester within the foundation-stone of the new church at Ashton

under-Line, were sometime ago very ingeniously extracted from the cavity of the stone, and a scrap of paper, containing the following lines, was found in the place of them:

"This stone the curious fact revealed

"That various coins were here concealed;
"And told the word in language fair,
"A bishop's hand had placed them there!
"To make such information known,
"It must have been a clever stone';
"So clever that it p'rhaps can say,
"Who 'twas that stole the coins away."

THE ROAD TO RUIN.

Tom's coach and six! Whither in such haste going? But a short journey-to his own undoing!"

THE RHYMING THIEF.

An old peevish gentleman of the name of Page, who was doatingly fond of some geese and a gander, found them all gone but the gander, who strutted up to him with a piece of paper tied round his neck, in which was a sixpence, and the following lines:

"Pray Mr. Page,
Don't be in a rage,

Tho' if you should, I shan't wonder;
I've taken your geese

At a penny a piece,

And left the cash with the gander."

BLACK EYES.

You say, my friend, that Chloe's eye
In colour with a sloe can vie;