Then to his last informant he referred, And begged to know if true what he had heard. "Did you, sir, throw up a black crow?". "Bless me! how people propagate a lie! "Not I!" Black crows have been thrown up, three, two, and one, And here I find at last all comes to none ! Did you say nothing of a crow at all?" "Crow crow perhaps I might, now I recall The matter over.". "And pray, sir, what was 't?" CCCXXVIII. HELPS TO READ. Byrom. A CERTAIN artist I've forgot his name Had got, for making spectacles, a fame, Or, "helps to read," as, when they first were sold, And, for all uses to be had from glass, And, book produced, to see how they would fit, "Then, sir, I fancy, if you please to try, 66 not a bit." "No, but they don't.” - Well, come, sir, if you please, Here is another sort; we 'll e'en try these; Still somewhat more they magnify the letter, "Why, now, I'm not a bit the better.". "No! here, take these which magnify still more, How do they fit "?" Like all the rest before! " In short, they tried a whole assortment through, So odd a case, thought, sure the man is blind! Of paying you for any If I could, what need -'helps to read?" And so he left the maker in a heat, Resolved to post him for an arrant cheat. Byrom. I CCCXXIX. THE THROES OF SCIENCE. RESIDE at Table Mountain, and my name is Truthful I am not up to small deceit, or any sinful games; And I'll tell in simple language what I know about the row That broke up our society upon the Stanislaus. But first I would remark that it's not a proper plan And if a member don't agree with his peculiar whim, on him. Nothing could be finer, or more beautiful for to see, Till Brown of Calaveras brought a lot of fossil bones Then Brown, he read a paper, and he reconstructed there, And Jones then asked the chair for a suspension of the rules, Till he could prove that those same bones were one of his lost mules. Then Brown, he smiled a bitter smile, and said his greatest fault Was that he had been trespassing on Jones's family vault. He was the most sarcastic man, this quiet Mr. Brown, Now, I hold it is not decent for a scientific gent Nor should the individual who happens to be meant Then Abner Dean, of Angel's, raised a point of order, when A chunk of old red sandstone took him in the abdomen; And he smiled a sort of sickly smile, and curled up on the floor, And the subsequent proceedings interested him no more. Then, in less time than I speak it, every member did engage In a warfare, with the remnants of a paleozoic age; And the way they heaved those fossils, in their anger, was a sin, And the skull of an old mammoth caved the head of Thompson in. And this is all I have to say of these improper games, And I've told in simple language what I know about the row That broke up our society upon the Stanislaus. F. Bret Harte. A CCCXXX. THE SMACK IN SCHOOL. DISTRICT school not far away, 'Mid Berkshire hills, one winter's day, Was humming with its wonted noise Of threescore mingled girls and boys; When suddenly, behind his back, Rose, sharp and clear, a rousing smack! Let off in one tremendous kiss! I saw him kith Thuthanna Peathe!" Will hung his head in fear and shame, A great, green, bashful simpleton, The butt of all good-natured fun. With smile suppressed, and birch upraised, Be guilty of an act so rude! Before the whole set school, to boot; "'T was she, herself, sir," sobbed the lad; But when Susannah shook her curls, I could n't stand it, sir, at all, But up and kissed her on the spot! -- |