In taste, Betty's fellow Was never yet seen; NO LOVE WITHOUT MONEY. THOMAS HUDSON.] [Tune-"Geoffry Muffencap IF you will list, I vow, sirs, I'll tell you of a row, sirs, Caused me to part with my sweetheart, I'm telling of it now, sirs. Indeed I am. One night I went to meet her, And wanted me to treat her. Indeed she did. At this I felt quite funny, Says I, "My charming honey, I've lots of love, as you may prove, But, lack, I've got no money! Indeed I an't." Says she, "Young man, 'tis plain, sir, Unless you've cash to cut a dash, My heart you'll never gain, sir. Indeed you wont." Says I, "You can't mean so, miss? Indeed you do." Says she, "You foolish sot, sir, Love makes you blink,-you cannot think, Indeed it wont." I shock'd was when I heard her; Indeed you will." Says she, "You foolish elf, sir, Indeed you may." OH, ladies, I'm sure that you never would divine There could be a susceptible bosom like mine; Ah! there's not a man who with love has had dealings, Has ever possess'd half my exquisite feelings. My unfortunate fate to your bosoms will prove (Spoken.)-She had a beautiful romantic cast of countenance, and sensibility beamed from her bright blue eye, like sun rays from the liquid crysta!. Oh, I thought no one like my dear Caroline Freeling, When first I beheld her, she, on the piano, (Spoken.)-Oh, I shall never forget the soft languish- · ment of her look as she gave the tender passages in (Sings.)-Meet me by moonlight alone, And then I will tell you a tale, Should be told by the moonlight alone, Oh, I thought no one like my dear Caroline Freeling, The love in my bosom unable to smother, My breast heav'd a sigh, and her's heaved another; (Spoken.)-I couldn't guess the cause then; but afterwards when I learnt I griev'd very much at such underhand dealing, Oh, when she revived, she was led from the church Unable to check the excess of her feeling. (Spoken.)-I shall never forget the shock I felt when I received the following billy from the deluded girl. -(Reads letter.)- Dear injured man, pardon a victim to extreme sensibility. The racks and tortures my agonized bosom feels in saying with ByronFare thee well, and if for ever, Still for ever fare thee well.”—(crying.) Oh, I can proceed no further. Ah, when I read over this note from Miss Freeling, I leave you to guess at the state of my feeling. JACOB COLE.] PUFFING. [Air-" Mrs. Simpkin lived at Leeds." WE are all aware that mischief is an easy thing to do, And hurting people's feelings by reports that are not true; I once knew of a powder-mill that did, perhaps in sport, Hurt all the neighbours' feelings by one mischievous report. In fact, this powder-mill blew up with such a shocking shock, Not a single door around but gave itself a double knock; The bells all rang aloud as though they never would have done, And all the servants started, though they knew not where to run. This shock, in shaking ev'ry house, while tiles and windows flew, Kicked up a dust, of course, because it shook the carpets too; The ladies hearing this report, of danger were pre sumers, And flying from their rooms, they added to the flying roomers. Now rumours are like snowballs-by trav'ling get enlarg'd, Some guns which lay on shelves went off, although they were not charg'd; Old Snubbs was busy shaving when the sudden shock arose, His razor slipp'd-and cut, they say, two inches off his nose. The cook became a Quaker, though he long had been a fryer, To see the fish, good soles, jump from the pan into the fire; To see the soot come tumbling down o'er fish and fowl, good lack! Until the soot had dress'd them nicely in a suit of black. The grocer, busy mixing tea, was knock'd down by surprise At this report, that gunpowder so suddenly should rise; |