His equal as a lover. O, My God! I shall be drowned in woe!' 'What! Prince di Giu has died!' exclaimed The honest man for letters famed, The while he pocketed her gold; 'Of what'?—if I may be so bold.' Fresh storms of tears the lady shed: 'I stabbed him fifty times,' she said.
AN INSCRIPTION
FOR A STATUE OF NAPOLEON, AT WEST POINT. A famous conqueror, in battle brave, Who robbed the cradle to supply the grave. His reign laid quantities of human dust: He fell upon the just and the unjust.
A PICKBRAIN.
What! imitate me, friend? Suppose that you With agony and difficulty do What I do easily—what then? You've got A style I heartily wish I had not. If I from lack of sense and you from choice Grieve the judicious and the unwise rejoice, No equal censure our deserts will suit— We both are fools, but you're an ape to boot!
CONVALESCENT.
'By good men's prayers see Grant restored!' Shouts Talmage, pious creature! Yes, God, by supplication bored From every droning preacher, Exclaimed: 'So be it, tiresome crew— But I've a crow to pick with you.'
THE NAVAL CONSTRUCTOR.
He looked upon the ships as they All idly lay at anchor, Their sides with gorgeous workmen gay— The riveter and planker— Republicans and Democrats, Statesmen and politicians. He saw the swarm of prudent rats Swimming for land positions. He marked each 'belted cruiser' fine, Her poddy life-belts floating In tether where the hungry brine Impinged upon her coating. He noted with a proud regard, As any of his class would, The poplar mast and poplar yard Above the hull of bass-wood. He saw the Eastlake frigate tall, With quaintly carven gable, Hip-roof and dormer-window—all With ivy formidable. In short, he saw our country's hope In best of all conditions— Equipped, to the last spar and rope, By working politicians. He boarded then the noblest ship And from the harbor glided. 'Adieu, adieu!' fell from his lip. Verdict: 'He suicided.'1881.