in the dock, charged, for example, with sheep stealing, the decision rests with you, first, whether or not that individual is a ragamuffin, and, secondly, how far it is probable that a man of that description would steal sheep. Of course, as has been before said, you will always be guided by the evi dence; but, then, whether the evidence is trustworthy or not, is a matter for your private consideration. You may believe it if you choose, or you may disbelieve it; and whether, gentlemen of the jury, you will believe it or disbelieve it will depend on the constitution of your minds.

3. If your minds are so constituted that you wish to find the prisoner guilty, perhaps you will believe it; if they happen to be so constituted that you desire to find him not guilty, why then, very likely, you will disbelieve it. You are to free your minds from all passion and prejudice, if you can, and, in that case, your judgment will be unbiased: but if you can not, you will return a verdict accordingly. It is not, strictly speaking, for you to consider what will be the effect of your verdict; but if such a consideration should occur to you, and you can not help attending to it, that verdict will be influenced by it to a certain extunt.

4. You are probably aware that when you retire, you will be locked up until you contrive to agree. You may arrive at unanimity by fair discussion, or by some of you starving out the others, or by tossing up; and your conclusion, by which ever of these processes arrived at, will be more or less in accordance with your oaths. Your verdict may be right; it is to be hoped it will: it may be wrong; it is to be hoped it will not. At all events, gentlemen of the jury, you wil come to some conclusion or other; unless it should so ha pen that you separate without coming to any. PUNCH.

CCXII. TRUTH IN PARENTHESIS

1. I REALLY take it very kind-
This visit, Mrs. Skinner;

I have not seen you such an age--
(The wretch has come to dinner!)

Your daughters, too-what loves of girls-
What heads for painters' easels!
Come here, and kiss the infant, dears-
(And give it, p'rhaps, the measles!)

2. Your charming boys, I see, are home, From Reverend Mr. Russell's;

'T was very kind to bring them both(What boots for my new Brussels!) What! little Clara left at home?

Well, now, I call that shabby! I should have loved to kiss her so(A flabby, dabby babby!)

3. And Mr. S., I hope he's well-
But, though he lives so handy,
He never once drops in to sup-
(The better for our brandy!)
Come, take a seat-I long to hear
About Matilda's marriage;

You've come, of course, to spend the day-
(Thank Heaven! I hear the carriage !)

4. What! must you go?-next time, I hope,
You'll give me longer measure.
Nay, I shall see you down the stairs-
(With most uncommon pleasure!)
Good bye! good bye! Remember, all,
Next time you'll take your dinners-
(Now, David, mind-I'm not at home,
In future, to the Skinners.)

HOOD

CCXIII. THE MODERN BELLE.

1. THE daughter sits in the parlor,
And rocks on her easy-chair,
She is dressed in silks and satins,
And jewels are in her hair;
She winks, and giggles, and simpers,
And simpers, and giggles, and winks:

And though she talks but little,

It's vastly more than she thinks.

2. Her father goes clad in russet-
All dirty and seedy at that:
His coat is out at the elbows,

And he wears a shocking bad hat.
He is hoarding and saving his dollars,
So carefully, day by day,

While she on her whims and fancies
Is squandering them all away.

3. She lies in bed of a morning
Until the hour of noon,

Then comes down, snapping and snarling
Because she 's called too soon.

Her hair is still in papers,

Her cheeks still dabbered with paint-
Remains of last night's blushes
Before she attempted to faint..

4. Her feet are so very little,

Her hands are so very white,
Her jewels so very heavy,
And her head so very light;
Her color is made of cosmetics-
Though this she 'll never own;
Her body is mostly cotton,

And her heart is wholly stone.

5. She falls in love with a fellow
Who swells with a foreign air;
He marries her for her money,
She marries him for his hair.
One of the very best matches;
Both are well mated in life;
She's got a fool for a husband,
And he's got a fool for a wife.

CCXIV.-ORATOR PUFF

1 MR. ORATOR PUFF had two tones in his voice,

The one squeaking thus, and the other down so; In each sentence he uttered he gave you your choice, For one-half was B alt, and the rest G below,

Oh! oh! Orator Puff,

One voice for an orator 's surely enough.
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2. But he still talked away, spite of coughs and of frowns So distracting all ears with his ups and his downs, That a wag once, on hearing the orator say,

"My voice is for war,” asked him, “Which of them pray” Oh! oh! Orator Puff,

One voice for an orator 's surely enough.

3. Reeling homeward, one evening, top-heavy with gin,
And rehearsing his speech on the weight of the crown,
He tripped near a saw-pit, and tumbled right in,

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"Sinking fund," the last words as his noddle came down Oh! oh! Orator Puff,

One voice for an orator 's surely enough.

"Oh! save!" he exclaimed, in his he-and-she-tones,

"Help me out! help me out!—I have broken my bones !" "Help you out!" said a Paddy, who passed, "what a bother! Why, there's two of you there; can't you help one another ?” Oh! oh! Orator Puff,

One voice for an orator 's surely enough.

THOS. MOORE.

CCXV.-NOBODY'S SONG.

1. I'm thinking just now of Nobody,
And all that Nobody 's done,
For I've a passion for Nobody,
That Nobody else would own;
I bear the name of Nobody,
For from Nobody I sprung;
And I sing the praise of Nobody,
As Nobody mine has sung.

2. In life's morning Nobody

To me was tender and dear;
And my cradle was rocked by Nobody,
And Nobody was ever near:
I was petted and praised by Nobody,
And Nobody brought me up;
And when I was hungry, Nobody
Gave me to dine or to sup.

3. I went to school to Nobody,
And Nobody taught me to read;

I played in the street with Nobody,
And to Nobody ever gave heed;
I recounted my tale to Nobody,

For Nobody was willing to hear;
And my heart it clung to Nobody,
And Nobody shed a tear.

4. And when I grew older, Nobody
Gave me a helping turn;

And by the good aid of Nobody
I began my living to carn:
And hence I courted Nobody,
And said Nobody's I'd be,
And asked to marry Nobody,
And Nobody married me.

5. Thus I trudge along with Nobody,
And Nobody cheers my life;
And I have a love for Nobody
Which Nobody has for his wife.
So here's a health to Nobody,
For Nobody's now in town,
And I've a passion for Nobody,
That Nobody else would own.

CCXVI. COQUETTE PUNISHED. 1. ELLEN was fair, and knew it, too, As other village beauties do, Whose mirrors never lie; Secure of any swain she chose, She smiled on half a dozen beaux, And, reckless of a lover's woes, She cheated these, and taunted those; "For how could any one suppose A clown could take her eye?"

2 But whispers through the village ran,
That Edgar was the happy man,
The maid designed to bless;

For, wheresoever moved the fair,
The youth was, like her shadow, there,
And rumor boldly matched the pair,

For village folks will guess.