Isabel, I have proved thee as cold as thou’rt fair!
’Twas thy boast that I sued,
That you scorn’d as I woo’d—
Though thou of my hopes were the Mount Ararat;
But to-morrow I wed
Araminta instead—
So, fair Isabel, take your change out of that!
THE LAST HAUL.
The ponds in St. James’s Park were on last Monday drawn with nets, and a large quantity of the fish preserved there carried away by direction of the Chief Commissioner of Woods and Forests. Our talented correspondent, Ben D’Israeli, sends us the following squib on the circumstance:—