No! Heaven prolong his parent’s life
And grant that no untimely strife
May wean them from each other!
For soon he’d find the golden fleece
Slip from his grasp, should he e’er cease
To keep and—love his mother!
A CON. BY COLONEL SIBTHORP.
Why is a chesnut horse, going at a rapid pace up an inclined plane, like an individual in white trousers presenting a young lady in book muslin with an infantine specimen of the canine species?—Because he is giving a gallop up (a girl a pup).