Cooks who’d roast a sucking-pig, Purchase one not over big; Coarse ones are not worth a fig So a young one buy. See that he is scalded well (That is done by those who sell), Therefore on that point to dwell, Were absurdity. Sage and bread, mix just enough, Salt and pepper _quantum suff._, And the Pig’s interior stuff, With the whole combined. To a fire that’s rather high, Lay it till completely dry; Then to every part apply Cloth, with butter lined. Dredge with flour o’er and o’er, Till the Pig will hold no more; Then do nothing else before ’Tis for serving fit―― Then scrape off the flour with care; Then a butter’d cloth prepare; Rub it well; then cut――not tear―― Off the head of it. Then take out and mix the brains With the gravy it contains; While it on the spit remains, Cut the Pig in two. Chop the sage, and chop the bread Fine as very finest shred; O’er it melted butter spread―― Stinginess won’t do. When it in the dish appears, Garnish with the jaws and ears; And when dinner-hour nears, Ready let it be. Who can offer such a dish May dispense with fowl and fish; And if he a guest should wish, LET HIM SEND FOR ME! ―――― “BUNN! WHA HAE.” Bunn! wha hae wi’ Wallace sped, Bunn! for whom Bruce oft has led, Bunn! whom Jenny Lind doth dread, Strike for victory! Now’s the day and now’s the hour, Don’t to Lumley’s programme cower; See proud Beale approach in power, Back’d by Royalty. Though _the_ [23]contract’s void, they say, Though your ballet go away, Though Baderna cannot stay, Don’t desponding get. By fair Thillon’s eyes and curls, By Carlotta Grisi’s trils, “Bondmen” and “Bohemian” girls, You may be happy yet. _The Man in the Moon_, Vol. I, ―――― A NOVEL TURN, _to an Auld Sang_. Jews――as every one has read―― Jews――as Charles Bruce lately said―― Know that you are born and bred The World’s Aristocracie, Now’s the day and now’s the hour, See auld Inglis looking sour; On you he abuse doth shower―― Inglis, Cant, and Mummerie! Wha would be a Jew-boy, Jew? Sell auld almanacks for new, When he’s one of――Bruce says true―― The World’s Aristocracie! Wha for Israel’s right, by law, In the house to sit, will draw―― Member stand, or member fa’―― Son of Judah, on wi’ me!