An incident very like one in Jack Sheppard-- A work some have lauded, and others have pepper'd-- Where a Dutch pirate kidnaps, and tosses Thames Darrel Just so in the sea, and he's saved by a barrel,-- On the coast, if I recollect rightly, it's flung whole, And the hero, half-drown'd, scrambles out of the bung-hole. [It aint no sich thing!--the hero aint bung'd in no barrel at all.--He's picked up by a Captain, just as Norman was arterwards.--PRINT. DEV.] It has been already hinted that Mr. Peters had been a "traveller" in his day. The only story which his lady would ever allow "her P." to finish--he began as many as would furnish an additional volume to the "Thousand and One Nights"--is the last I shall offer. The subject, I fear me, is not over new, but will remind my friends "Of something better they have seen before." MR. PETERS'S STORY. THE BAGMAN'S DOG. Stant littore Puppies!--VIRGIL. It was a litter, a litter of five, Four are drown'd, and one left alive, He was thought worthy alone to survive; And the Bagman resolved upon bringing him up, To eat of his bread, and to drink of his cup, He was such a dear little cock-tail'd pup! The Bagman taught him many a trick; He would carry, and fetch, and run after a stick, Could well understand The word of command, And appear to doze With a crust on his nose Till the Bagman permissively waved his hand: Then to throw up and catch it he never would fail, As he sat up on end, on his little cock-tail. Never was puppy so _bien instruit_, Or possess'd of such natural talent as he; And as he grew older, Every beholder Agreed he grew handsomer, sleeker, and bolder.-- Time, however his wheels we may clog, Wends steadily still with onward jog, And the cock-tail'd puppy's a curly-tail'd dog! When, just at the time He was reaching his prime, And all thought he'd be turning out something sublime, One unlucky day, How, no one could say, Whether soft _liaison_ induced him to stray, Or some kidnapping vagabond coax'd him away, He was lost to the view, Like the morning dew;-- He had been, and was not--that's all that they knew! And the Bagman storm'd, and the Bagman swore As never a Bagman had sworn before; But storming or swearing but little avails To recover lost dogs with great curly tails.--