snake; but it ain't got no buckle, and ain't much worn. It might be fastened with a 'asp, like a trunk, but not the elephance. The eel would be a snake if it wasn't so good to eat, which makes 'em fish. If you put a eel in your brother's bed it will be a snake when he gets in, and he will holler wild. There is a kind of snake which takes its tail in its mouth and rolls. Once a little boy seen one of 'em rollen, and tho't it was some boy's hoop got away, and he run after it with a stick, to roll it home for hisself; but as soon as he hit it it let go his tale and bit him good on the nose. Some folks tell fibs, and I seen it myself. That boy is now an old man, and my father and I hope it will be a warnin' to him. Snakes eat frogs, like some people, and them in the menagerie has a rabbit. One day a big one in the menagerie swollered his blanket, and the keeper believed some boy had stole it, so he give a other, and he swollered that un too. When the keeper he come round again, and didn't see no blanket, he begun to think thinks; but the snake look up so innocent he was ashamed, and went and got him another, but he watcht. When he seen the snake swollerin' that un, too, he went and fetched a piller, and threw it to him, and said, "Now if you are going to make up your bed inside, like that, you better take this piller, and when you're turned, I'll pass you down a bottle of hot water for your feet, and make you comfortable. What time would you like to be woke up in the mornin'?” There is snakes as long as trees, which eats goats alive. When the goat is down, they can't breathe; but the snakes can't, either, and then it is which can hold out the longest. ANTONY TO CLEOPATRA, I AM dying, Egypt, dying, Ebbs the crimson life-tide fast, Let thine arm, O queen, support me; Though my scarred and veteran legions Let not Cæsar's servile minions 'Twas no foeman's hand that slew him, Should the base plebeian rabble - And for thee, star-eyed Egyptian! I am dying, Egypt, dying; Hark! I hear the foeman's cry; Ah! no more amid the battle GEN. WM. H. LYTLE. CLEOPATRA DYING. SINKS the sun below the desert, Where the old gods now are sleeping; Guard me, help me, give me courage Like a queen to meet my fate! "I am dying! Egypt! dying! What lies in the blood of kings! Though he hold the golden sceptre, Oh, my hero, sleeping! sleeping! -- Down below the desert sinking, Venus, queen of Love and Beauty, Dying! dying! I am coming, THOS. S. COLLIER. СНЕЕК. I've known men rise through talent, though such are exceptions rare; And some by perseverance, and industry, and care; There are men who build up fortunes by saving a dollar a week; But the best thing to make your way in the world is to travel upon your cheek. Now here am I, in middle age, just able to keep alive Why, Tom and I were schoolmates about thirty years ago; I was reckoned one of the smartest, while at learning he was slow; He didn't care for study, - played hookey half the week, cheek. "Little boys," they used to tell me, "should always be seen, not heard;" When company came, I hung my head, and never could say a word; But Tom was a saucy, forward cuss, well able to take his part: So I got the name of being a fool, while every one thought him smart. I grew up nervous and timid, I never could blow or boast,So people took it for granted that Tom must know the most. Of what avail is learning — arithmetic, Latin, or Greek If you haven't the talent to show it off, for lack of the requisite cheek? Tom and I, as it happened, in love with the same girl fell, speak, Tom pressed his suit, and won her hand by steady, persistent cheek. And then Tom struck for the city. He met with ups and downs; But always seemed to get ahead, in spite of fortune's frowns; Like a cat, he'd always fall on his feet; was confident, bluff, and bold; And talked with the air of a millionnaire in possession of wealth untold. So Tom succeeded in business, and everything he'd touch, If "modesty is a quality," as the ancient saying ran, "Which highly adorns a woman," it oftentimes ruins a man ; And those who are shy and backward, and those who are humble and weak, Will be elbowed aside, in the race of life, by the men who travel on cheek. So Tom, to-day, is the millionnaire, the flourishing merchant prince; While, as for my hopes of success in life, I've given them up long since: But the richest blessings of Heaven are promised the poor and meek, And men can't crowd through the pearly gates by travelling on their cheek. PHILLIPS THOMPSON. |