We'll cultivate the village poet's fame,
If Jones, or Smith, or Tomkins be his name."
"ALL HAIL, MACBETH!"
The cheering here was tremendous, there being in the village three young men with the names mentioned, each having high pretensions to literary distinction. The Jonesites were vehement in their applause; but the Tomkinsonians were not to be outdone; and the Smithians being thus worked up to an enthusiastic pitch of excitement, it was some time before Mr. Doublethrust could proceed with the address he was speaking. The following were the concluding lines, which elicited the most rapturous shrieks ever heard within an English barn, or indeed beneath a British weathercock:—
Drawing a House.
A Moving Address.
"We pledge ourselves to do our very best,