ONE TOO MANY FOR HIM.

Houp-là! Oh, it's all very fine

That there whip to keep twirling and cracking,

But with such a trio as mine

There's no very great fun in "bare-backing."

Two of them, I'm sure, were enough

To keep—in this Circus—in tether.

A third you must thrust in!—what stuff!

How am I to keep 'em together?

"Land Purchase" I had well in hand,

And "Tithes" made a pretty fair second;

But t'other? I can't understand

How Jokim could so have misreckoned.

Of all awkward 'osses to hold

The worst is his pet, "Compensation,"

And if in the tan I ain't rolled,

'Twill be thanks to my fine equitation!

Must get him along? Oh, of course!

It will not do to fail, now we've started.

But how? I'm a chap of resource,

And I fancy I'm not chicken-hearted,

Yet some lookers-on shouts out "Go!"

Whilst others ejaculate "Drop him!"

And, Solly, I'm hanged if I know

How safely to drive him or stop him.

I may get him round,—'twill take time,—

To drop him would now raise derision;

I'm tired, and not quite in my prime,

And of failure have somehow a vision.

Of course, I will still do my best;

I am always devoted to "Duty,"

But oh! I should so like a rest.

Houp-là then! Oh, come up, you beauty!!

Important.—The Two Pins Club are going to have a race. Of course it will be "from point to point."