A poor man went to hang himself,
But treasure chanced to find:
He pocketed the miser's pelf
And left the rope behind.
His money gone, the miser hung
Himself in sheer despair:
Thus each the other's wants supplied,
And that was surely fair.
STICKY.
I'm going to seal a letter, Dick,
Some WAX pray give to me.
I have not got a SINGLE STICK,
Or WHACKS I'd give to thee.
THE POET FOILED.
To win the maid the poet tries,
And sometimes writes to Julia's eye
She likes a VERSE—but, cruel whim,
She still appears A-VERSE to him.
BLACK AND WHITE
The Tories vow the Whigs are black as night,
And boast that they are only blessed with light.
Peel's politics to both sides so incline,
His may be called the EQUINOCTIAL LINE.
INQUEST—NOT EXTRAORDINARY.
Great Bulwer's works fell on Miss Basbleu's head,
And, in a moment, lo! the maid was dead!
A jury sat, and found the verdict plain—
She died of MILK and WATER ON THE BRAIN.