THE SCOLD.

To dine on devils without drinking,

To want a seat when almost sinking,

To pay to-day—receive to-morrow,

To sit at feasts in silent sorrow,

To sweat in winter—in the boot

To feel the gravel cut one's foot,

Or a cursed flea within the stocking

Chase up and down—are very shocking:

With one hand dirty, one hand clean,

Or with one slipper to be seen:

To be detain'd when most in hurry,

Might put Griselda in a flurry;—

But these, and every other bore,

If to the list you add a score,

Are not so bad, upon my life,

As that one scourge—a scolding wife!

New Monthly Magazine.