More he had said, but chanticleer The spritely shade did shock With sudden crow, and off he went, Like fowling-piece at cock! THE DOUBLE KNOCK. Rat-tat it went upon the lion’s chin, “That hat, I know it!” cried the joyful girl: “Summer’s it is, I know him by his knock, Comers like him are welcome as the day! Lizzy! go down and open the street-door, Busy I am to any one but _him_. Know him you must--he has been often here; Show him up stairs, and tell him I’m alone.” Quickly the maid went tripping down the stair; Thickly the heart of Rose Matilda beat; “Sure he has brought me tickets for the play-- Drury--or Covent Garden--darling man!-- Kemble will play--or Kean who makes the soul Tremble; in Richard or the frenzied Moor-- Farren, the stay and prop of many a farce Barren beside--or Liston, Laughter’s Child-- Kelly the natural, to witness whom Jelly is nothing to the public’s jam-- Cooper, the sensible--and Walter Knowles Super, in William Tell--now rightly told. Better--perchance, from Andrews, brings a box, Letter of boxes for the Italian stage-- Brocard! Donzelli! Taglioni! Paul! No card,--thank Heaven--engages me to-night! Feathers, of course, no turban, and no toque-- Weather’s against it, but I’ll go in curls. Dearly I dote on white--my satin dress, Merely one night--it won’t be much the worse-- Cupid--the New Ballet I long to see-- Stupid! why don’t she go and ope the door?” Glisten’d her eye as the impatient girl Listen’d, low bending o’er the topmost stair. Vainly, alas! she listens and she bends, Plainly she hears this question and reply: “Axes your pardon, Sir, but what d’ye want?” “Taxes,” says he, “and shall not call again!” OUR VILLAGE.--BY A VILLAGER.