Like day-light o'er a sea of blue, NETS AND CAGES. COME, listen to my story, while THOMAS MOORE. Your needle's task you ply; At what I sing some maids will smile, While some, perhaps, may sigh. Though Love's the theme, and Wisdom blames Such florid songs as ours, Yet Truth, sometimes, like eastern dames, Can speak her thoughts by flowers. Then listen, maids, come listen, while At what I sing there's some may smile, Young Cloe, bent on catching Loves, Much Cloe laugh'd at Susan's task; Come, listen, maids, etc. Meanwhile, young Sue, whose cage was wrought Of bars too strong to sever, And caged him there forever; That, though 'tis pleasant weaving Nets, SALAD. To make this condiment, your poet begs SYDNEY SMITH. The pounded yellow of two hard-boiled eggs; MY LETTERS. R. HARRIS BARHAM. "Litera scripta manet."-OLD SAW. ANOTHER mizzling, drizzling day! Of clearing up there's no appearance; So I'll sit down without delay, And here, at least, I'll make a clearance! Oh ne'er "on such a day as this," No, they'd have stay'd at home, like me, On days like this one can't be tender. So, Molly, draw that basket nigher, Now off as fast as you are able! First here's a card from Mrs. Grimes, "A ball!"-she knows that I'm no dancer That woman's ask'd me fifty times, And yet I never send an answer. "DEAR JACK,— Just lend me twenty pounds, Till Monday next, when I'll return it. Yours truly, HENRY GIBBS." Why Z-ds! I've seen the man but twice-here, burn it. One from my cousin Sophy Daw— "The cat has kitten'd 'in the draw,' And ruin'd two bran-new silk dresses." From Sam, "The Chancellor's motto,"-nay Confound his puns, he knows I hate 'em; "Pro Rege, Lege, Grege,”—Ay, "For King read Mob!" Brougham's old erratum. From Seraphina Price-" At two" "Till then I can't, my dearest John, stir;" Two more because I did not go, Beginning "Wretch" and "Faithless Monster!" "Dear Sir,— "This morning Mrs. P— Who's doing quite as well as may be, Presented me at half past three Precisely, with another baby. “We'll name it John, and know with pleasure You'll stand"-Five guineas more, confound it!— I wish they'd call it Nebuchadnezzar, Or thrown it in the Thames and drown'd it. What have we next? A civil dun: "John Brown would take it as a favor"Another, and a surlier one, "I can't put up with sich behavior." "Bill so long standing,"-" quite tired out," For once I'll send an answer, and in form Mr. Snip he need n't "call" so; But when his bill 's as "tired of standing" As he is, beg 't will "sit down also." This from my rich old Uncle Ned, His cook-maid, Molly-vastly pleasant! Miss Pyefinch, with a stupid riddle. "D'ye give it up?" Indeed I do! A note sent up from Kent to show me, "I'll burn them precious stacks down, blow me! "Yours most sincerely, "CAPTAIN SWING." Four begging letters with petitions, In Bond-street, "when I go that way." "And buy at Pearsall's in the city Twelve skeins of silk for netting purses: Color no matter, so it's pretty; Two hundred pens"-two hundred curses! From Mistress Jones: "My little Billy Will you just step to Piccadilly, And meet him when the coach comes in ? "And then, perhaps, you will as well, see From Lady Snooks: "Dear Sir, you know A something smart and apropos, For my new Album ?"—Aid me, Phœbus! "My first is follow'd by my second; "Were I but what my whole implies, |