Anon Night comes, and with her wings brings things Such as, with his poetic tongue, Young sung; The gas up-blazes with its bright white light, And paralytic watchmen prowl, howl, growl, About the streets and take up Pall-Mal Sal, Who, hasting to her nightly jobs, robs fobs. Now thieves to enter for your cash, smash, crash. Past drowsy Charley, in a deep sleep creep, But frightened by Policeman B. 3, flee, And while they’re going, whisper low, “No go!” Now puss, while folks are in their beds, treads leads, And sleepers waking, grumble--“Drat that cat!” Who in the gutter caterwauls, squalls, mauls Some feline foe, and screams in shrill ill-will. [Illustration: A-LAD-IN, OR THE WONDERFUL LAMP.] Now Bulls of Bashan, of a prize size, rise In childish dreams and with a roar gore poor Georgy, or Charley, or Billy, willy-nilly;-- But Nursemaid in a nightmare rest, chest-press’d, Dreameth of one of her old flames, James Games, And that she hears--what faith is man’s--Ann’s bans And his, from Reverend Mr. Rice, twice, thrice: White ribbons flourish, and a stout shout out, That upward goes, shows Rose knows those bows’ woes! [Illustration: WHITE FAVOURS.] A LETTER FROM A MARKET GARDENER TO THE SECRETARY OF THE HORTICULTURAL SOCIETY. SIR, The Satiety having Bean pleasd to Complement Me before I beg Leaf to Lie before Them agin as follow in particullers witch I hop They will luck upon with a Sowth Aspic. Sir--last year I paid my Atentions to a Tater, & the Satiety was pleasd to be gratifid at the Innlargement of my Kidnis. This ear I have turnd my Eyes to Gozberris.--I am happy to Say I have allmost sucksidid in Making them too Big for Bottlin. I beg to Present sum of itch kind--Pleas obsarve a Green Goose is larger in Siz then a Red Goosebry. Sir as to Cherris my atention has Bean cheafly occupid by the Black Arts. Sum of them are as big as Crickt Balls as will be seen I send a Sample tyed on a Wauking-stick. I send lickwise a Potle of strayberris witch I hop will reach. They air so large as to object to lay more nor too in a Bed. Also a Potle of Hobbies and one of my new Pins, of a remarkably sharp flaviour. I hop they will cum to Hand in Time to be at your Feat. Respective Black red & White Currency I have growd equely Large, so as one Bunch is not to be Put into a Galley Pot without jamming. My Pitches has not ben Strong, and their is no Show on My Walls of the Plumb line. Damsins will Be moor Plentifle & their is no Want of common Bullies about Lunnon. Please inform if propper to classify the Slow with the creepers.