THE PARSON AND THE NOSE.
'Twas on a shining Summer's day,
As stories quite old fashion'd say,
A sleepy set of sinners—
To church agreed that they would go,
Their zealous piety to show,
When they had ate their dinners.
Scarce had the parson ta'en his text,
When he felt most confounded vext
To see his neighbours nod;
Proceeding with religious lore,
He quickly heard the sleepers snore,
Forgetting him and God.
When lo! descending from his seat,
The parson, full of holy heat,
At losing thus his labour,
Tweak'd one's stout nose, then graceful bow'd,
And said, "good sir, you snore so loud,
I fear you'll wake your neighbour."
J. M. L.
The advantages of solitude for Study.
My garden neat,
Has got a seat
Hid from ev'ry eye sir;
There day and night,
I read and write,
And nobody's the wiser.