We wan't very particular, you know, 'case one can't always tell in time of war." AUNTY—“ Where did you have your camp ?" DADDY- "We use to camp where we could git a chance. We kept clear of Washington and the main army as far as we could, becase the army didn't live well, and we made that our chief business. We did more at raisin' supplies than all the army." AUNTY-" Then you ought to have a pension." DADDY "We looked out for that, and took our pension in advance, in the way of cattle and so on; and when we couldn't get anything else, we telled some ugly old woman she was handsome, and got some pie and some cider. He, he, he !" Exit, in a hurry. THE DEVIL'S WIFE. His Majesty, Satan, one morning awoke, My household requires a head; But where shall I find, on this limited earth, For she must be witty and rapid of tongue, But far more important than beauty or youth- The woman who holds my wife's position ANON. So the Devil set forth on his anxious quest But he found that he lost his natural rest, And his progress was terribly slow- But those rosy lips could lay down the law, He really thought for awhile he had found But ere another month came round The Devil was somewhat daunted. "These ladies are quite beyond me, that's plain!" He said to himself, as he left for Spain. But here, though the women were pretty and kind, They had eyes, to be sure, but he wanted a mind, So again his majesty sallied forth, And this time thought he would visit the North. Till he suddenly thought one fine day of New York, But quick as he was, the women were ready, They took one look and looked him through, Oh! you should have seen how their eyelids fell, How quickly his half-expressed idea was seized, He had never felt so much at home before, For you know that to Hell there's an easy descent, And the Devil declared himself more and more blessed, But when she was married and safely installed It is said that the Devil was somewhat appalled And thought, on the whole, 'twould have been as well, THE ENCHANTED SHIRT. The king was sick. His cheek was red, And peacefully snored at night. JOHN HAY. But he said he was sick-and a king should know; They did not cure him. He cut off their heads And sent to the schools for more. At last two famous doctors came, He had passed his life in studious toils The other had never looked in a book; If they died their heirs paid double. In succession they thumped his august chest, The old sage said, "You're as sound as a nut." "Hang him up!" roared the king, in a gale— In a ten-knot gale of royal rage; The other leech grew a shadow pale; But he pensively rubbed his sagacious nose, "The king will be well if he sleeps one night In the shirt of a Happy Man." Wide o'er the realm the couriers rode, And fast their horses ran, And many they saw, and to many they spake, They found poor men who would fain be rich, They saw two men by the roadside sit, At last they came to a village gate; He whistled and sang and laughed, and rolled The weary couriers paused and looked And one of them said, “Heaven save you, friend, You seem to be happy to-day." "Oh, yes, fair sirs," the rascal laughed, And his voice rang free and glad; "An idle man has so much to do That he never has time to be sad," "This is our man," the courier said, I will give you a hundred ducats, friend, The merry blackguard lay back on the grass "I would do it, God wot," and he roared with fun, Each day to the king the reports came in Of his unsuccessful spies, And the sad panorama of human woes And he grew ashamed of his useless life And out he went in the world, and toiled And the people blessed him, the land was glad, JAMES AVERY. At Portsmouth, in a tavern dark, A crew of reckless sailors sat, And drank their grog, and cried. Loud was the talk and rude the joke; They did not mark a lean, wild shape, R. BUCHANAN. |