bad end, if a dance upon Sunday led so inevitably to a dance upon nothing! The "Saints" having set up this absolute dependence of crime on Sabbath-breaking, their relative proportions become a fair statistical question; and, as such, the inquiry is seriously recommended to the rigid Legislator, who acknowledges, indeed, that the Sabbath was "made for man," but, by a singular interpretation, conceives that the man for whom it was made is himself! MORNING MEDITATIONS. LET Taylor preach upon a morning breezy, What if the lark does carol in the sky, Talk not to me of bees and such like hums, A bed of time. To me Dan Phoebus and his car are nought, Right beautiful the dewy meads appear To early pearl? My stomach is not ruled by other men's, Why from a comfortable pillow start An early riser Mr. Gray has drawn, With charwomen such early hours agree, So here I'll lie, my morning calls deferring, Must be a spoon. A BLACK JOB. "No doubt the pleasure is as great, Of being cheated as to cheat." THE history of human-kind to trace HUDIBRAS. Since Eve-the first of dupes-our doom un riddled, A certain portion of the human race Has certainly a taste for being diddled. Witness the famous Mississippi dreams! A rage that time seems only to redouble— The Banks, Joint-Stocks, and all the flimsy schemes, For rolling in Pactolian streams, That cost our modern rogues so little trouble. To make French bricks and fancy bread of rubble, Only propose to blow a bubble, And Lord! what hundreds will subscribe for soap! Soap! it reminds me of a little tale, Tho' not a pig's, the hawbuck's glory, When rustic games and merriment prevail— But here's my story: Once on a time-no matter when- And in particular that dark variety, As smut to flour, as coal to alabaster, As crows to swans, as soot to driven snow, However, as is usual in our city, A board of grave, responsible Directors— A Treasurer, of course, to keep the chink, Not merely male, but female duns, Young, old, and middle-aged-of all degreesWith many of those persevering ones, Who mite by mite would beg a cheese! And what might be their aim? To rescue Afric's sable sons from fetters To save their bodies from the burning shame Their shoulders from the cowhide's bloody strokes, |