No more, no more will I resign My couch so warm and soft, To trouble trout with hook and line, That will not spring aloft. With larks appointments one may fix To greet the dawning skies, But hang the getting up at six, For fish that will not _rise_! ON A CERTAIN EQUESTRIAN STATUE AT THE ROYAL EXCHANGE. Whoever has looked upon Wellington’s breast, Knows well that he’s not so full in the chest; But the sculptor, to humour the Londoners partial, Has turn’d the lean Duke to a plump City Marshal. ON A DAGUERREOTYPE PORTRAIT OF A LADY. Yes, there are her features! her brow, and her hair, And her eyes, with a look so seraphic, Her nose, and her mouth, with the smile that is there, Truly caught by the Art Photographic! Yet why should she borrow such aid of the skies, When by many a bosom’s confession, Her own lovely face, and the light of her eyes, Are sufficient to _make an impression_? SUGGESTIONS BY STEAM. When Woman is in rags and poor, And sorrow, cold, and hunger tease her, If man would only listen more To that small voice that crieth--“Ease her!” Without the guidance of a friend, Though legal sharks and screws attack her, If man would only more attend To that small voice that crieth--“Back her!” So oft it would not be his fate To witness some despairing dropper In Thames’s tide, and run too late To that small voice that crieth--“Stop her!” PUNISHMENT OF SUICIDES. When would-be Suicides in purpose fail, Who could not find a morsel though they needed-- If Peter sends them for attempts to jail, What would he do to them if they succeeded? ATHOL BROSE. Charm’d with a drink which Highlanders compose, A German traveller exclaim’d with glee,-- “Potztausend! sare, if dis is Athol Brose, How goot dere Athol Boetry must be!” ON THE DEPRECIATED MONEY. They may talk of the plugging and sweating, Of our coinage that’s minted of gold, But to me it produces no fretting Of its shortness of weight to be told: All the sov’reigns I’m able to levy As to lightness can never be wrong, But must surely be some of the heavy, _For I never can carry them long_. ON MRS. PARKES’S PAMPHLET. Such strictures as these Could a learned Chinese Only read on some fine afternoon, He would cry with pale lips, “We shall have an Eclipse, For a Dragon has seized on the Moon!” AN EXPLANATION BY ONE OF THE LIVERY. Says Blue-and-Buff, to Drab-and-Pink, “I’ve heard the hardest word I think, That ever posed me since my teens, I wonder what As-best-os means!” Says Drab-and-Pink, to Blue-and-Buff, “The word is clear, and plain enough. It means a Nag wot goes the pace, And so _as best os_ wins the race.” ON THE NEW HALF-FARTHINGS.