A butcher--_Green_ by name, but _red_ In face, as was his cap, And though he seldom tasted _wine_, A _port_-ly sort of chap. This man one day in passing by, In taste for what she'd got, Saw Biddy's stall--and 'twas her _fate_ To sell to him a _lot!_ She thought his manners very sweet, He gave so fond a gaze; (But dashing _blades_ of such like trades Have ever _killing_ ways!) And whilst he paid the _coppers_ down, He had the _brass_ to say Her _fruit_ was sweet, but sweeter still The _apple_ of her eye. Besides all this, he looked so neat Whilst shouldering his tray; So what with _steel, et cetera,_ Her heart was _stole_ away! Lo! _shortly after_ both agreed, They fixed the wedding day, But _long before_ that day arriv'd He took to stop away! From that same time her peace of mind And comfort were at _steak_-- She did so _lean_ to Mr. Green, Her heart was like to break! At last she went one morn to see What he could be about, And hoped, alone, to find him _in_, But he had just popt _out_. She ax'd, "Is Mr. Green at home?" Of one who, with a laugh, Replied, "He's not! but if you please I'll fetch _his better half_." "His what?" scarce _uttered_ Bridget out, With _utter_most dismay; And _there_ she stopt, she could no more, And nearly swoon'd _away!_ But when at length she was herself, And saw her faithless clown. She straightway went to blow him _up_, But got a good set _down_! "Oh, cold and faithless Tim," quoth she, "You vowed you couldn't _smother_ Your _burning_ love for me, but now You're married to another!" "Is this the way you treat me, sir? Too _cheaply_ was I bought! I loved you _dearly_, but it seems That that _all went for naught_." She sighed, and gave one parting look, Then tore herself away From her false swain and Mrs. Green, For ever and a day! And _very_ soon got _very_ ill, And _very_ quick did die, And _very_ truly _veri_fied Her love for Timothy! W.R.H. * * * * * GREAT BELL OF GLASGOW. (_For the Mirror_.) In the steeple of Glasgow is a great bell, which is twelve feet one inch in circumference, and has a grave and deep tone. In 1789, it was accidentally cracked by some persons who got admission to the steeple. It was, therefore, sent to London, and cast anew. On the outside of it is the following inscription:--