They pinched her feet, they singed her hair, So, when my precious aunt was done, "What could this lovely creature do Alas! nor chariot, nor barouche, Tore from the father's trembling arms For her how happy had it been! OLIVER W. HOLMES. 9. THE FEATURES. THAT mortals are made up of quarrelsome clay, First, the Lips took it up, and their reason was this: Then Eyes, not behind in the matter to be, With a sparkle began, as I've often times seen 'em, And vowed, it was perfectly shocking to see Such a lump of deformity sticking between 'em." The Cheeks, with a blush, said, "the frightfulest shade, By the Nose, o'er their bloom and their beauty was thrown ;" And Ears couldn't bear the loud trumpeting noise, Whenever that troublesome member was blown! NEW MONTHLY MAGAZINE.-THOMAS HOOD. So 'twas moved, and agreed, without dallying more, 66 By the breath of his nostrils, he'd stick to his place!" If the face had no nose, to hang spectacles on ?" "Mankind," he observed, "loved their scent, as their sight; Or who'd care a farthing for myrtles and roses ? And the charge of the Lips was as frivolous quite; For, if Lips fancied kissing, pray, why mightn't Noses? As for Ears,❞—and, speaking, Nose scornfully curled,"Their murmurs were equally trifling and teasing, And not all the Ears, Eyes, or Lips in the world, 215 Should keep him unblown, or prevent him from sneezing." And from thence came the saying, so frequent in use, NEW MONTHLY MAGAZINE. 10. MORNING MEDITATIONS. LET others preach upon a morning breezy, By half, as lying. What if the lark does carol in the sky, I'm not a trout. Talk not to me of bees and such like hums; They smell of sweet herbs at the morning prime; Only lie long enough, and bed becomes A bed of time. To me Dan Phoebus and his cars are naught, Right beautiful the dewy meads appear, My stomach is not ruled by other men's, Have laid their eggs? Why from a comfortable pillow start, Excepting bacon. An early riser Mr. Gray has drawn, Well he died young. With chairwomen such early hours agree, All up-all up. So here I'll lie, my morning calls deferring, THOMAS HOOD. 11. MAJOR BROWN. Ir any man, in any age, Was ever valiant, courteous, sage, That man was Major Brown by name: For he himself would say the same, The major in the foreign wars For he was covered o'er with scars, But war had now retired to rest, When suddenly he heard of one Had gone-I can't tell where he'd gone- "Let me-let me," the major cries, The cords are cut-a mighty shout!— Or would have done, but cruel chance Forbade it so to be; And bade the major not advance— But soon the awkward branch gives way, And makes the branch a bow: Till, mounting furlongs now some dozens, To see his mother, sisters, cousins, That Brown looked blue I will not say His uniform was red ; But he thought that if his car gave way He gave his manly breast a slap, And up he went, and looked around A strange bird came his path across, "I wish that you would please to drop," And now the heavens begin to lower, And winds and rains to blow and pour Such a hurricane to Major Brown And he said, "If I cannot get down, "Twill be all up with me!" From his pocket, then, a knife he took— The handle was of handsome look, Says he, "The acquaintance of a balloon So in the silken bag, full soon His penknife blade he put. Out rushed the gas imprisoned there,— "I shall surely soon get out of the air," Said Major Brown, "I think." Alas for Brown, balloon, and car, |