He waited full two minutes--no one camejs puristul He waited full two minutes more and then, A Says Toby, "If he's deaf, I'm not to blame; But the first peal woke Isaac, in a fright, At length, he wisely to himself doth say,- "Tush! 'tis some fool has rung and run away;" Shove jump'd into the middle of the floor, And trembling at each breath of air that stirr'd, He grop'd down stairs, and open'd the street door, While Toby was performing peal the third. Isaac eyed Toby fearfully askant,— And saw he was a strapper-stout and tall; Then put this question; Pray, Sir, what d'ye want?" Says Toby," I want nothing, Sir, at all." "Want nothing!-Sir, you've pull'd my bell, I vow, As if you'd jerk it off the wire." Quoth Toby,-gravely making him a bow,"I pull'd it, Sir, at your desire.” "At mine!"—" Yes, your's; I hope I've done it well; High time for bed, Sir; I was hastening to it; But if you write up-Please to ring the bell, Common politeness makes me stop and do it." The Newcastle Apothecary A MAN in many a country town we know, Colman Entering the field against the grimly foe, foi al Yet some affirm, no enemies they are, A member of this Esculapian line, Or make a bill; Or chatter scandal by your bed; Or give a glister. Of occupations these were quantum suff: A few score mortals from the world, He made amends by bringing others into't. His fame full six miles round the country ran, All the old women call'd him "a fine man!" Benjamin Bolus, though in trade, -Which often times will genius fetter, Read works of fancy, it is said; And cultivated the Belles Lettres. And why should this be thought so odd? Apollo patronises physic. Bolus lov'd verse ;—and took so much delight in't, i That his prescriptions, he resolv'd to write in't, tel No opportunity he e'er let pass Of writing the directions on his labels, Apothecary's verse!-and where's the treason? 1 He had a patient lying at death's door, And on the label of the stuff, He wrote a verse; Which one should think was clear enough, And terse. "When taken To be well shaken.” Next morning early, Bolus rose; Who a vile trick of stumbling had : For what's expected from a horse, Bolus arriv'd, and gave a double tap, Are given by gentlemen who teach to dance, One loud, and then a little one behind, 3 As if the knocker fell, by chance, you! by tl Out of their fingers The servant lets him in with dismal face, et il out John's countenance as rueful look'd and grimy, antol As if the Apothecary had physick'd him, And not his master. "Well, how's the patient?" Bolus said, " John shook his head. 1. "Indeed?-hum-ha! that's very odd,' He took the draught?"-John gave a nod! "Well-how?-What then?-Speak out you dunce." Why then," says John, we shook him once." "Shook him!-how ?" Bolus stammer'd out: "We jolted him about." "What! shake a patient, man—a shake wont do.” No, Sir and so we gave him two." "Two shakes!—you horse! 'Twould make the patient worse.". “It did so, Sir—and so a third we tried.” "Well, and what then?"-" Then, Sir, my masterdied !" Colman. Pity for Poor Africans. I own I am shocked at the purchase of slaves, And fear those who buy them and sell them are knaves; What I hear of their hardships, their tortures, and I pity them greatly, but I must be mum, What! give up our desserts, our coffee, and tea! Besides, if we do, the French, Dutch, and Danes, If foreigners likewise would give up the trade, But, while they get riches by purchasing blacks, Your scruples and arguments bring to my mind LE A youngster at school more sedate than the rest, 1 His comrades had plotted an orchard to rob, 7 He was shocked, Sir, like you, and answered-" Oh no! What! rob our good neighbour! I pray you don't go; "You speak very fine, and you look very grave, If you will go with us, you shall have a share, If not, you shall have neither apple nor pear. They spoke, and Tom pondered-"I see they will Poor man! What a pity to injure him so! [go; Poor man! I would save him his fruit if I could, "If the matter depended alone upon me, His apples might hang till they dropped from the tree; His scruples thus silenced, Tom felt more at ease, Cowper. |