For I reckon, before you and I are done, You'll wish you had let honest folks alone." The Old Cove stopped, and the t'other Old Cove He sot quite still in his cypress grove, And he looked at his stick revolvin' slow Vhether 'twere safe to shy it or no, And he grumbled on, in an injured tone, "All that I axed vos, let me alone.” H. H. BROWNELL. JOVE AND THE SOULS. AMAZED, confused, its fate un known, The world stood trembling at Jove's throne; While each pale sinner hung his head, Jove nodding shook the heavens, and said; "Offending race of human kind, By nature, reason, learning, blind; You who through frailty stepped aside, And you who never erred through pride; You who in different sects were shammed, And come to see each other damned; (So some folks told you, but they knew No more of Jove's designs than you.) The world's mad business now is o'er, And I resent your freaks no more; I to such blockheads set my wit, I damn such fools - go, go, you're bit!" UPON a rock yet uncreate, And the cloud was rock, The cloud began to take a form |