Back to his home, with tottering gams, sunk heart,
And muns and noddle pink'd in every part.
While from his gob the guggling claret gush'd,
And lots of grinders, from their sockets crusa',

Forth with the crimson tide in rattling fragments rush'd!

NOT A SOUS HAD HE GOT.

[PARODY ON WOLFE'S "BURIAL OF SIR JOHN MOORE."]

R. HARRIS BARHAM.

Nor a sous had he got-not a guinea or note,

And he looked confoundedly flurried,
As he bolted away without paying his shot,
And the Landlady after him hurried.

We saw him again at dead of night,
When home from the Club returning;
We twigg'd the Doctor beneath the light
Of the gas-lamp brilliantly burning.

All bare, and exposed to the midnight dews,
Reclined in the gutter we found him;
And he look'd like a gentleman taking a snooze,
With his Marshall cloak around him.

"The Doctor's as drunk as the d-," we said, And we managed a shutter to borrow;

We raised him, and sigh'd at the thought that his head Whould "consumedly ache" on the morrow.

We bore him home, and we put him to bed,
And we told his wife and his daughter
To give him, next morning, a couple of red
Herrings, with soda-water.-

Loudly they talk'd of his money that's gone,
And his Lady began to upbraid him;
But little he reck'd, so they let him snore on
'Neath the counterpane just as we laid him.

We tuck'd him in, and had hardly done
When, beneath the window calling,
We heard the rough voice of a son of a gun
Of a watchman "One o'clock !" bawling.

Slowly and sadly we all walk'd down
From his room in the uppermost story;
A rushlight was placed on the cold hearth-stone,
And we left him alone in his glory!!

RAISING THE DEVIL.

A LEGEND OF CORNELIUS AGRIPPA.

R. HARRIS BARHAM.

"AND hast thou nerve enough ?" he said,
That gray Old Man, above whose head
Unnumbered years have roll'd-
"And hast thou nerve to view," he cried,
"The incarnate Fiend that Heaven defied !—
-Art thou indeed so bold?

"Say, canst Thou, with unshrinking gaze,
Sustain, rash youth, the withering blaze
Of that unearthly eye,

That blasts where'er it lights-the breath
That, like the Simoom, scatters death
On all that yet can die !

"Darest thou confront that fearful form,
That rides the whirlwind, and the storm,
In wild unholy revel!—
The terrors of that blasted brow,
Archangel's once-though ruin'd now-

-Ay-dar'st thou face THE DEVIL ?"

"I dare!" the desperate Youth replied, And placed him by that Old Man's side, In fierce and frantic glee,

Unblenched his cheek, and firm his limb
"No paltry juggling Fiend, but HIM!
-THE DEVIL!--I fain would see!-

"In all his Gorgon terrors clad,
His worst, his fellest shape!" the Lad
Rejoined in reckless tone.-

"Have then thy wish!" Agrippa said,
And sigh'd and shook his hoary head,
With many a bitter groan.

He drew the mystic circle's bound,
With skull and cross-bones fenc'd around;
He traced full many a sigil there;
He mutter'd many a backward pray'r,
That sounded like a curse-

"He comes !"-he cried with wild grimace,
"The fellest of Apollyon's race!"
-Then in his startled pupil's face

He dash'd-an EMPTY PURSE!!

THE LONDON UNIVERSITY;*

OR, STINKOMALEE TRIUMPHANS.

AN ODE TO BE PERFORMED ON THE OPENING OF THE NEW COLLEGE.

R. HARRIS BARHAM.

WHENE'ER with pitying eye I view
Each operative sot in town,

I smile to think how wondrous few
Get drunk who study at the U-

niversity we've Got in town-
niversity we've Got in town.

What precious fools "The People" grew,
Their alma mater not in town;
The "useful classes" hardly knew

* See page 387.

Four was composed of two and two,

Until they learned it at the U

niversity we've Got in town-niversity we've Got in town.

But now they're taught by JOSEPH HU-
ME, by far the cleverest Scot in town,
Their items and their tottles too;
Each may dissect his sister Sue,
From his instructions at the U-

Then L

niversity we've Got in town-niversity we've Got in town.

-E comes, like him how few
Can caper and can trot in town,
In pirouette or pas de deux-

He beats the famed Monsieur Giroux,

And teaches dancing at the U

niversity we've Got in townniversity we 've Got in town.

And GILCHRIST, see, that great Geentoo

Professor, has a lot in town

Of Cockney boys who fag Hindoo,

And larn Jem-nastics at the U

niversity we've Got in townniversity we've Got in town.

SAM R corpse of vampire hue,

Comes from its grave to rot in town;
For Bays the dead bard's crowned with Yew,

And chants, the Pleasures of the U

niversity we've Got in town

niversity we've Got in town.

FRANK JEFFREY, of the Scotch Review,—
Whom MOORE had nearly shot in town,-
Now, with his pamphlet stitched in blue
And yellow, d-ns the other two,

But lauds the ever-glorious U

niversity we've Got in townniversity we've Got in town.

Great BIRBECK, king of chips and glue,
Who paper oft does blot in town,
From the Mechanics' Institu-

tion, comes to prate of wedge and screw,
Lever and axle at the U-

niversity we've Got in town-
niversity we've Got in town.

LORD WAITHAM, who long since withdrew
From Mansion House to cot in town;
Adorn'd with chair of ormolu,

All darkly grand, like Prince Lee Boo,
Lectures on Free Trade at the U-

niversity we've Got in town-
niversity we've Got in town.

Fat F, with his coat of blue,
Who speeches makes so hot in town,
In rhetoric, spells his lectures through,
And sounds the V for W,

The vay they speaks it at the U

niversity we've Got in town-
niversity we've Got in town.

Then H -E comes, who late at New-
gate Market, sweetest spot in town!
Instead of one clerk popp'd in two,
To make a place for his ne-phew,
Seeking another at the U-

niversity we've Got in town-
niversity we've Got in town.

There's Captain Ross, a traveler true,
Has just presented, what in town-
's an article of great virtu

(The telescope he once peep'd through,
And 'spied an Esquimaux canoe
On Croker Mountains), to the U-

niversity we've Got in town--
niversity we've Got in town.

Since MICHAEL gives no roast nor stew,
Where Whigs might eat and plot in town,
And swill his port, and mischief brew—