CLOVERTOP.

Here you may angle for the speckled trout,
Play him awhile, with gentle hand, about,
Then, like a sportsman, pull the fellow out!

SHILLINGSIDE.

There, too, is fishing quite as good, I ween,
Where careless, gaping gudgeons oft are seen,
Rich as yon pasture, and almost as green!

CLOVERTOP.

Here you may see the meadow's grassy plain,
Ripe, luscious fruits, and shocks of golden grain ;
And view, luxuriant in a hundred fields,

The gorgeous wealth that bounteous Nature yields !

SHILLINGSIDE.

There you may see Trade's wondrous strength and

pride,

Where merchant-navies throng on every side,

And view, collected in Columbia's mart,

Alike the wealth of Nature and of Art!

CLOVERTOP.

Cease, clamorous cit! I love these quiet nooks,
Where one may sleep, or dawdle over books,
Or, if he wish of gentle love to dream,
May sit and muse by yonder babbling stream -

SHILLINGSIDE.

Dry up your babbling stream! my Clovertop -
You're getting garrulous; it's time to stop.

I love the city, and the city's smoke;

The smell of gas; the dust of coal and coke;
The sound of bells; the tramp of hurrying feet;
The sight of pigs and Paphians in the street;
The jostling crowd; the never-ceasing noise
Of rattling coaches, and vociferous boys;
The cry of "Fire!" and the exciting scene
Of heroes running with their mad “mersheen";
Nay, now I think that I could even stand
The direful din of Barnum's brazen band,
So much I long to see the town again!
Good by! I'm going by the evening train!
Don't fail to call whene'er you come to town,
We'll do the city, boy, and do it brown ;
I've really had a pleasant visit here,
And mean to come again another year.

I

THE FAMILY MAN.

ONCE was a jolly young beau,

And knew how to pick up a fan,

But I've done with all that, you must know,
For now I'm a family man!

When a partner I ventured to take,
The ladies all favored the plan;
They vowed I was certain to make
“Such an excellent family man!”

If I travel by land or by water,

I have charge of some Susan or Ann;
Mrs. Brown is so sure that her daughter
Is safe with a family man!

The trunks and the bandboxes round 'em
With something like horror I scan,

But though I may mutter, "Confound 'em!"
I smile like a family man!

I once was as gay as a templar,
But levity's now under ban;
Young people must have an exemplar,
And I am a family man!

The club-men I meet in the city
All treat me as well as they can;
And only exclaim, "What a pity
Poor Tom is a family man!"

I own I am getting quite pensive;
Ten children, from David to Dan,
Is a family rather extensive;

But then

I'm a family man!

THE SNAKE IN THE GLASS.

A HOMILY.

'OME listen awhile to me, my lad;

COME

Come listen to me for a spell;

Let that terrible drum

For a moment be dumb,

For your uncle is going to tell

What befell

A youth who loved liquor too well.

A clever young man was he, my lad;
And with beauty uncommonly blest,
Ere, with brandy and wine,

He began to decline,

And behaved like a person possessed;
I protest

The temperance plan is the best.

One evening he went to a tavern, my lad; He went to a tavern one night,

And drinking too much

Rum, brandy, and such,

The chap got exceedingly "tight";
And was quite

What your aunt would entitle a fright.

The fellow fell into a snooze, my lad;
'Tis a horrible slumber he takes;
He trembles with fear,

And acts very queer;

My eyes! how he shivers and shakes
When he wakes,

And raves about horrid great snakes!

'T is a warning to you and to me, my lad; A particular caution to all,

Though no one can see

The vipers but he,

To hear the poor lunatic bawl:

"How they crawl!—

All over the floor and the wall!"

Next morning he took to his bed, my lad;

Next morning he took to his bed;

And he never got up

To dine or to sup,

Though properly physicked and bled;
And I read,

Next day, the poor fellow was dead!

You've heard of the snake in the grass, my lad; Of the viper concealed in the grass;

But now, you must know,

Man's deadliest foe

Is a snake of a different class;

'Tis the viper that lurks in the glass!

A warning to you and to me, my lad;
A very imperative call :

Of liquor keep clear;

Don't drink even beer,

If you'd shun all occasion to fall;

If at all,

Pray take it uncommonly small.

And if you are partial to snakes, my lad
(A passion I think rather low),
Don't enter, to see 'em,

The Devil's Museum!

'Tis very much better to go

(That's so!)

And visit a regular show!