[Illustration: SEA CONSUMPTION--WAISTING AWAY.] SALLY SIMPKIN’S LAMENT. OR, JOHN JONES’S KIT-CAT-ASTROPHE. “He left his body to the sea, And made a shark his legatee.” BRYAN AND PERENNE. “Oh? what is that comes gliding in, And quite in middling haste? It is the picture of my Jones, And painted to the waist. “It is not painted to the life, For where’s the trowsers blue? Oh Jones, my dear!--oh dear! my Jones, What is become of you?” “Oh! Sally dear, it is too true,-- The half that you remark Is come to say my other half Is bit off by a shark! “Oh! Sally, sharks do things by halves, Yet most completely do! A bite in one place seems enough, But I’ve been bit in two. “You know I once was all your own, But now a shark must share! But let that pass--for now to you I’m neither here nor there. “Alas! death has a strange divorce Effected in the sea, It has divided me from you, And even me from me! “Don’t fear my ghost will walk o’ nights To haunt as people say; My ghost _can’t_ walk, for, oh! my legs Are many leagues away! “Lord! think, when I am swimming round, And looking where the boat is, A shark just snaps away a _half_, Without ‘a _quarter’s_ notice.’ “One half is here, the other half Is near Columbia placed; Oh! Sally, I have got the whole Atlantic for my waist. “But now, adieu--a long adieu! I’ve solved death’s awful riddle, And would say more, but I am doomed To break off in the middle!” [Illustration: NO BANKRUPT, THOUGH I BREAKS.] A HORSE-DEALER