clean and neat, and white silk stockings, if they pleased to desire us to sweep the hearth, we couldn’t resist the chimbley. THE CARELESSE NURSE MAYD. I sawe a Mayd sitte on a Bank, Beguiled by Wooer fayne and fond; And whiles His flatterynge Vowes She drank, Her Nurselynge slipt within a Pond! All Even Tide they Talkde and Kist, For She was fayre and He was Kinde; The Sunne went down before She wist Another Sonne had sett behinde! With angrie Hands and frownynge Browe, That deemed Her owne the Urchine’s Sinne, She pluckt Him out, but he was nowe Past being whipt for fallynge in. She then begins to wayle the Ladde With Shrikes that Echo answerde round-- O! foolishe Mayd to be soe sadde The Momente that her Care was drownd! JARVIS AND MRS. COPE. A DECIDEDLY SERIOUS BALLAD. In Bunhill Row, some years ago, There lived one Mrs. Cope; A pious woman she was call’d, As Pius as a Pope. Not pious in its proper sense, But chatt’ring like a bird Of sin and grace--in such a case Mag-piety’s the word. Cries she, “The Reverend Mr. Trigg This day a text will broach, And much I long to hear him preach, So, Betty, call a coach.” A bargain though she wish’d to make, Ere they began to jog-- “Now, Coachman, what d’ye take me for?” Says Coachman, “for a hog.” But Jarvis, when he set her down, A second _hog_ did lack-- Whereas she only offered him One shilling and “a track.” Said he, “There ain’t no tracks in Quaife, You and your tracks be both--” [Illustration: “ACCUSTOMED TO THE CARE OF CHILDREN.”] [Illustration: THE BOX SEAT.] And, affidavit-like, he clench’d Her shilling with an oath. Said she, “I’ll have you fined for this, And soon it shall be done, I’ll have you up at Worship Street, You wicked one, naught one!” And sure enough at Worship Street That Friday week they stood; She said _bad_ language he had used, And thus she “_made it good_.” “He said two shilling was his fare, And wouldn’t take no less-- I said one shilling was enough,-- And he said C--U--S! “And when I raised my eyes at that, He swore again at them, I said he was a wicked man, And he said D--A--M.” Now Jarvy’s turn was come to speak, So he stroked down his hair, “All what she says is false--cause why? I’ll swear I never swear! “There’s old Joe Hatch, the waterman, Can tell you what I am; I’m one of seven children, all Brought up without a Dam! “He’ll say from two year old and less Since ever I were nust, If ever I said C--U--S, I wish I may be cust! “At Sion Cottage I takes up, And raining all the while, To go to New Jerusalem, A wery long two mile.