REMINISCENCES.
(Continued.)
When last we left the Mountain Pack enjoying Easter's jolly days, We
followed up their sport until it ended with their hol-i-days; And
now against their "Privilege," we hope 'twill be no treason, To
track their steps throughout the dull remainder of the sea-son.
Bow, wow, wow, Fal liddle Fal de riddle, Bow, wow, wow.
George Tierney is a cunning dog, and prudently does think it,
The wisest to run mute, and when a question rises, blink it;