One pull at the bell, and one crocodile’s tear, And they ope’d the hall-door, and the Khedive stood near. So plain to his Highness the plan that he showed, So strongly perceiving the same he avowed―― “We are saved! We are saved! spite of loan, bond, and knave!” “They’ll have sharp wits that beat us,” said young Stephey Cave. There was raving and stamping ’mong Pashas galore; Frenchmen, Germans, and Yankees, they cursed and they swore; There was hoping and waiting ’mong bondholders free, But the fruits of his mission ne’er did they see. So renowned at accounts, so financially brave, Have ye e’er heard of banker like young Stephey Cave? BENJAMIN D――――. _His Little Dinner_, 1876. ―――― YOUNG LOCHINVAR. _The True Story in Blank Verse._ Oh! young Lochinvar has come out of the West, Thro’ all the wide border his horse has no equal, Having cost him forty-five dollars at the market, Where good nags, fresh from the country, With burrs still in their tails are selling For a song; and save his good broad sword He weapon had none, except a seven-shooter Or two, a pair of brass knuckles, and an Arkansaw Toothpick in his boot, so, comparatively speaking, He rode all unarmed, and he rode all alone, Because there was no one going his way. He stayed not for brake, and he stopped not for Toll-gates; he swam the Erke River where ford There was none, and saved fifteen cents In ferriage, but lost his pocket-book, containing Seventeen dollars and a half, by the operation. Ere he alighted at the Netherby mansion He stopped to borrow a dry suit of clothes, And this delayed him considerably, so when He arrived the bride had consented――the gallant Came late――for a laggard in love and a dastard in war Was to wed the fair Ellen, and the guests had assembled. So, boldly he entered the Netherby Hall Among bridesmen and kinsmen and brothers and Brothers-in-law and forty or fifty cousins; Then spake the bride’s father, his hand on his sword (For the poor craven bridegroom ne’er opened his head): “Oh, come ye in peace here, or come ye in anger, Or to dance at our bridal, young Lord Lochinvar?” “I long wooed your daughter, and she will tell you I have the inside track in the free-for-all For her affections! my suit you denied; but let That pass, while I tell you, old fellow, that love Swells like the Solway, but ebbs like its tide, And now I am come with this lost love of mine To lead but one measure, drink one glass of beer; There are maidens in Scotland more lovely by far That would gladly be bride to yours very truly.”