appears that when deductions for damage were made from his wages, the poetry ought to have been stopped, and not the money. The truth is, John’s master was a classical scholar, and so accustomed to read of Pegasus, and to associate a Poet with a Horseman, that he never dreamt of one as a Footman. [Illustration: NOT UP YET.] The Editor is too diffident to volunteer an elaborate criticism of the merits of Humphreys as a Bard--but he presumes to say thus much, that there are several Authors, of the present day, whom John ought not to walk behind. THE BROKEN DISH. WHAT’S life but full of care and doubt, With all its fine humanities, With parasols we walk about, Long pigtails and such vanities. We plant pomegranite trees and things, And go in gardens sporting, With toys and fans of peacocks’ wings, To painted ladies courting. We gather flowers of every hue, And fish in boats for fishes, Build summer-houses painted blue,-- But life’s as frail as dishes. Walking about their groves of trees, Blue bridges and blue rivers, How little thought them two Chinese They’d both be smash’d to shivers. ODE TO PEACE. WRITTEN ON THE NIGHT OF MY MISTRESS’S GRAND ROUT. OH Peace! oh come with me and dwell-- But stop, for there’s the bell. Oh Peace! for thee I go and sit in churches, On Wednesday, when there’s very few In loft or pew-- Another ring, the tarts are come from Birch’s. Oh Peace! for thee I have avoided marriage-- Hush! there’s a carriage. Oh Peace! thou art the best of earthly goods-- The five Miss Woods. Oh Peace! thou art the Goddess I adore-- There come some more. Oh Peace! thou child of solitude and quiet-- That’s Lord Drum’s footman, for he loves a riot. Oh Peace! Knocks will not cease. Oh Peace! thou wert for human comfort plann’d-- That’s Weippert’s band. Oh Peace! how glad I welcome thy approaches-- I hear the sound of coaches. Oh Peace! oh Peace!--another carriage stops-- It’s early for the Blenkinsops. Oh Peace! with thee I love to wander, But wait till I have show’d up Lady Squander, And now I’ve seen her up the stair, Oh Peace!--but here comes Captain Hare. Oh Peace! thou art the slumber of the mind, Untroubled, calm and quiet, and unbroken,-- If that is Alderman Guzzle from Portsoken, Alderman Gobble won’t be far behind; Oh Peace! serene in worldly shyness,-- Make way there for his Serene Highness! Oh Peace! if you do not disdain To dwell amongst the menial train, I have a silent place, and lone, That you and I may call our own; Where tumult never makes an entry-- Susan, what business have you in my pantry?