THE ROBINS.

[Compare a much more "poetic" effusion, under this head, in all the American newspapers.]


There's a screech upon the housetop, a creak upon the plain,
It's a libel on the sunshine, its a slander on the rain;
And through my brain, in consequence, there darts a horrid thought
Of exasperating wheelbarrows, and signs, with torture fraught!
So, all these breezy mornings through my teeth is poured the strain:
Confound the odious "Robins," that have now come back again!
They bring a thought of strawberries, which I shall never taste;
Plums, cherries, ditto, ditto, which these maurauders waste--
Who never will catch worms and flies, as smaller "warblers" do,
But want precisely those nice things which grow for me and you!
I muse on all their robberies, and mutter this fierce strain:
Confound these odious "Robins," that have now come back again!
Oh, bah! What bosh these "poets" write, about this humbug pet!
Firstly, they're not true "Robins," but a base, inferior set;
Second, there is no music in their creaking, croaking shriek;
Third, they are slow and stupid--common birds from tail to beak!
Tis said, "they come so early." Well, I'd rather they'd come late.
They're simply made for pot-pies, and deserve no better fate.
Who ever thought to welcome the ingenious, sprightly Wren?
With his pretty, joyous carol, which should thrill the heart of men?
Now that is music, mind you! And how small the throat that
sings!
Besides, he lets your fruit alone, and lives on other things!
Inspired by this trim fairy, many souls will swell the strain:
Confound the odious "Robins," that have now come back again!

CAUTION!

There is shortly to arrive in Paris a dwarf aged about fifty-five years, having a beard reaching to his feet, but with only one arm and a completely bald head. He possesses 2,000,000 francs, which he is willing to share with any young girl about twenty years old, who is pretty and good tempered.

The person above alluded is, unquestionably, our eldest son, Mr. PUNCHINELLO, Jr. He is--we say it with many tears--as great a rascal as any in the world, although no child was ever flogged more regularly and affectionately. His conduct broke his mother's head; and he was put under bonds to keep the peace at the age of two years. After a long period of flagrant insubordination, he ran away with a part of our money, and of his plunder he may possibly have 2,000,000 francs left--but we don't believe it. This is to warn all tradesmen in Paris from trusting him on our account, as we shall pay no debts of his contracting.