olation. For every drop of blood that falls from my veins, your own shall pour in torrents! Wo, unto thee, O Carthage! I see thy homes and temples all in flames, thy citizens in terror, thy women wailing for the dead. Proud city! thou art doomed! the curse of Jove, a living, lasting curse is on thee! The hungry waves shall lick the golden gates of thy rich palaces, and every brook run crimson to the sea. Rome, with bloody hand, shall sweep thy heart-strings, and all thy homes shall howl in wild response of anguish to her touch. Proud mistress of the sea, disrobed, uncrowned and scourged -thus again do I devote thee to the infernal gods! "Now, bring forth your tortures! Slaves! while ye tear this quivering flesh, remember how often Regulus has beaten your armies and humbled your pride. Cut as he would have carved you! Burn deep as his curse!" HERE SHE GOES-AND THERE SHE GOES. Two Yankee wags, one summer day, The breakfast over, Tom and Will Will looked it over; "Very right But hold! what wonder meets my sight? Tom! the surprise is quite a shock!" "What wonder? where?" "The clock! the clock!" Tom and the landlord in amaze Stared at the clock with stupid gaze, And for a moment neither spoke; At last the landlord silence broke: "You mean the clock that's ticking there? I see no wonder, I declare; Though may be, if the truth were told, Yet time it keeps to half a minute, But, if you please, what wonder's in it?" "Tom, don't you recollect,” said Will, The very image of this present, With which I won the wager pleasant?” Will ended with a knowing wink. Tom scratched his head, and tried to think. "Sir, begging pardon for inquiring," The landlord said, with grin admiring, "What wager was it?" "You remember, It happened, Tom, in last December, That it was more than he could do, "Well, if I would, the deuce is in it!" แ Agreed, but we will play some trick "Don't make us wait; Begin, the clock is striking eight." He seats himself, and left and right And hoarse his voice, and hoarser grows, "Hold" said the Yankee, "plank the ready!" "Tom, with the money let's be off!" His mother happened in to see Her daughter; Where is Mrs. B——, "Here she goes-and there she goes!" "Here she goes-and there she goes!" His wife surveyed him with alarm, While curled his very nose with ire, And with more furious tone arose The "Here she goes-and there she goes!" "Lawks!" screamed the wife, "I'm in a whirl! Run down and bring the little girl; She is his darling, and who knows But " "Here she goes-and there she goes!" "Lawks! he is mad! What made him thus? Good lack! what will become of us? Run for a doctor-run-run-run— For Doctor Brown, and Doctor Dun, And Doctor Black, and Doctor White, And Doctor Grey, with all your might. The doctors came, and looked and wondered, Till one proposed he should be bled, "No-leeched you mean," the other said. 66 Clap on a blister," roared another, "No-cup him"-" No-trepan him, brother!" A sixth would recommend a purge, The next would an emetic urge, The eighth, just come from a dissection, The last produced a box of pills, A certain cure for earthly ills; I had a patient yesternight," Quoth he," and wretched was her plight, That " "Here she goes-and there she goes!" "You all are fools," the lady said, "The way is, just to shave his head, Run, bid the barber come anon 66 Thanks, mother," thought her clever son, "You help the knaves that would have bit me, But all creation sha'n't outwit me!" His finger perseveres to go, And from his lips no accent flows But here she goes-and there she goes! The barber came-" Lord help him! what But we must do our best to save him So hold him, gemmen, while I shave him!" "A woman never " "There she goes!" "A woman is no judge of physic, He must be bled"-" No-no-a blister;" "No-cup him"-"Leech him"-" Pills! pills! pilis And all the house the uproar fills. What means that smile? What means that shiver? The landlord's limbs with rapture quiver, And triumph brightens up his face His finger yet shall win the race! The clock is on the strike of nine, And up he starts" "Tis mine! 'tis mine!” "What do you mean?" "I mean the fifty! I never spent an hour so thrifty; But you, who tried to make me lose, "Who?" "The gentlemen-I mean the two 'They galloped off an hour ago." "Oh, purge me! blister! shave and bleed! HATE OF THE BOWL. The answer of a young lady who was told that she was a monomaniac in her hatred of alcoholic liquors. Go, feel what I have felt, Go, bear what I have borne; Sink 'neath the blow a father dealt, Go, weep as I have wept O'er a loved father's fall; See every cherished promise swept, Hope's faded flowers strewed all the way Go, kneel as I have knelt; Implore, beseech, and pray, Go, stand where I have stood, And see the strong man bow; With gnashing teeth, lips bathed in blood, And cold and livid brow; Go, catch his wandering glance, and see Go, hear what I have heard,— |