Saint Sepulchre’s begins to toll, The Sheriffs seek the cell-- So I expect their officers, And tremble at the bell! I look for _beer_, and yet I quake With fright at every _tap_; And dread a _double-knock_, for oh! I’ve not a _single rap_! A FEW LINES ON COMPLETING FORTY-SEVEN. When I reflect with serious sense, While years and years run on, How soon I may be summon’d hence-- There’s cook a-calling John. Our lives are built so frail and poor, On sand and not on rocks, We’re hourly standing at Death’s door-- There’s some one double-knocks. All human days have settled terms, Our fates we cannot force; This flesh of mine will feed the worms-- They’re come to lunch of course. And when my body’s turn’d to clay And dear friends hear my knell, O let them give a sigh and say-- I hear the up-stairs bell. A BULL. One day, no matter where or when, Except ’twas after some Hibernian revel, For why? an Irishman is ready then “To play the Devil”-- A Pat, whose surname has escaped the Bards, Agreed to play with Nick a game at cards. The stake, the same that the old Source of Sin From German Faustus and his German Cousins Had won by dozens; The only one in fact he cares a pin To win. By luck or roguery of course Old Nick Won ev’ry trick: The score was full, the last turn-up had done it-- “Your soul--I’ve won it!” “It’s true for you I’ve lost that same,” Said Pat a little hazy in his wits-- “My soul is yours--but come, another game-- _Double_, or quits!” ON THE DEATH OF THE GIRAFFE. They say, God wot! She died upon the spot: But then in spots she was so rich,-- I wonder which? ON THE REMOVAL OF A MENAGERIE. Let Exeter Change lament its change, Its beasts and other losses-- Another place thrives by its case, Now _Charing_ has two _Crosses_. ON HER MAJESTY’S VISIT TO THE CITY, 1844. We’ve heard of comets, blazing things, With “fear of change” perplexing Kings; But, lo! a novel sight and strange, A Queen who does not fear a ‘Change! ON THE QUEEN’S VISIT TO THE CITY, BY A CORNHILL TRADESMAN. Sure the measure is strange And all Commerce so stops, And, to open a ‘Change, Make us shut up our shops. ON THE STATUES IN TRAFALGAR SQUARE. If Nelson looks down on a couple of Kings, However it pleases the Loyals; ’Tis after the fashion of nautical things, A sky-scraper over the Royals. ON A PICTURE (407) IN THE BRITISH INSTITUTION, 1843. Sir, let me just your tasteful eye enveigle To yonder Painting, of the Madman Eagle.[9] Which, _that_ by Poole? Excuse me, sir, I beg, I really have no wish to catch “The Plague.” HEART-SPRINGS.