"No," said the worthy Bishop, "No; That is a length to which, I trow, Colonial Bishops cannot go. You may express surprise At finding Bishops deal in pride-- But, if that trick I ever tried, I should appear undignified In Rum-ti-Foozle's eyes. "The islanders of Rum-ti-Foo Are well-conducted persons, who Approve a joke as much as you, And laugh at it as such; But if they saw their Bishop land, His leg supported in his hand, The joke they wouldn't understand-- 'Twould pain them very much!" TO THE TERRESTRIAL GLOBE. BY A MISERABLE WRETCH. Roll on, thou ball, roll on! Through pathless realms of Space Roll on! What, though I'm in a sorry case? What, though I cannot meet my bills? What, though I suffer toothache's ills? What, though I swallow countless pills? Never _you_ mind! Roll on! Roll on, thou ball, roll on! Through seas of inky air Roll on! It's true I've got no shirts to wear; It's true my butcher's bill is due; It's true my prospects all look blue-- But don't let that unsettle you! Never _you_ mind! Roll on! _(It rolls on.)_ GENERAL JOHN. The bravest names for fire and flames, And all that mortal durst, Were General John and Private James, Of the Sixty-seventy-first. General John was a soldier tried, A chief of warlike dons; A haughty stride and a withering pride Were Major-General John's. A sneer would play on his martial phiz, Superior birth to show; "Pish!" was a favorite word of his, And he often said "Ho! ho!" Full-Private James described might be, As a man of a mournful mind; No characteristic trait had he Of any distinctive kind. From the ranks, one day, cried Private James "Oh! Major-General John, I've doubts of our respective names, My mournful mind upon. "A glimmering thought occurs to me, (Its source I can't unearth) But I've a kind of notion we Were cruelly changed at birth. "I've a strange idea, each other's names That we have each got on, Such things have been," said Private James. "They have!" sneered General John. "My General John, I swear upon My oath I think 'tis so"-- "Pish!" proudly sneered his General John, And he also said "Ho! ho!" "My General John! my General John! My General John!" quoth he, "This aristocratical sneer upon Your face I blush to see! "No truly great or generous cove Deserving of them names Would sneer at a fixed idea that's drove In the mind of a Private James!" Said General John, "Upon your claims No need your breath to waste; If this is a joke, Full-Private James, It's a joke of doubtful taste. "But being a man of doubtless worth, If you feel certain quite That we were probably changed at birth, I'll venture to say you're right."