The working man, with shoulders broad, The thousand crowns; a pleasant load, And Nassau's Duke the favorite took To share a field with other pets, Where deer-slayer can not enter. There, whilst thou cropp'st thy flowery food, And man shall never spill thy blood- NAPOLEON AND THE BRITISH SAILOR.⚫ I LOVE Contemplating — apart From all his homicidal glory, The traits that soften to our heart 'Twas when his banners at Boulogne • This anecdote has been published in several public journals, both French and British. My belief in its authenticity was confirmed by an Englishman, long resident at Boulogne, lately telling me, that ho remembered the circumstance to have been generally talked of in the place. They suffered him I know not how, Unprisoned on the shore to roam; And aye was bent his longing brow On England's home. His eye, methinks, pursued the flight A stormy midnight watch, he thought, At last, when care had banished sleep, He saw, one morning-dreaming, doting — An empty hogshead from the deep Come shoreward floating; He hid it in a cave, and wrought The live-long day laborious; lurking Until he launched a tiny boat By mighty working. Heaven help us! 'twas a thing beyond, Description wretched; such a wherry Perhaps ne'er ventured on a pond, Or crossed a ferry. For ploughing in the salt-sea field, It would have made the boldest shudder; Untarred, uncompassed, and unkeeled, From neighboring woods he interlaced And thus equipped he would have passed The foaming billows: But Frenchmen caught him on the beach, Till tidings of him chanced to reach With folded arms Napoleon stood, Addressed the stranger : "Rash man, that wouldst yon channel pass On twigs and staves so rudely fashioned, Thy heart with some sweet British lass Must be impassioned." "I have no sweetheart," said the lad; "But absent long from one another Great was the longing that I had "And so thou shalt," Napoleon said, "Ye've both my favor fairly won; A noble mother must have bred So brave a son." He gave the tar a piece of gold, And, with a flag of truce, commanded He should be shipped to England Old, And safely landed. Our sailor oft could scantly shift To find a dinner, plain and hearty; But never changed the coin and gift Of Bonaparte. THE JILTED NYMPH. A SONG, To the Scotch Tune of " Wooed and Married and a'." Wooed or jilted at all; Oh, how unhappy's the lass Who has never been courted at all! My brother called out the dear faithless In fits I was ready to fall, Till I found a policeman who, scatheless, Swore them both to the peace at Guildhall; Seized them, seconds and all Pistols, powder and ball; I wished him to die my devoted, But not in a duel to sprawl. What though at my heart he has tilted, What though I have met with a fall? Better be courted and jilted Than never be courted at all. Wooed and jilted and all, Still I will dance at the ball; And waltz and quadrille With proper young men, and tall. But lately I've met with a suitor, Whose heart I have gotten in thrall, And I hope soon to tell you, in future, That I'm wooed, and married, and all; Wooed, and married, and all, What greater bliss can befall? And you all shall partake of my bridal cake, When I'm wooed, and married, and all. BENLOMOND. HADST thou a genius on thy peak, Thy long duration makes our lives And likens to the bees' frail hives Temples and towers thou'st seen begun, And, like their shadows in the sun, Thy steadfast summit, heaven-allied, Looks down, a Mentor, on the pride |