Oh, I have quaff'd of many a drink, Right from "Tokay" to "Tiddlelywink;" I have grown dizzy upon the "Mountain;" Cool'd me with "Soda from the fountain;" My eyes have glisten'd with "Malmsey" brightening; My soul been rous'd with "Thunder and Lightning;" With "Rossignol" I've fill'd my throat, Till another "jug! jug!" was all my note; And when that cloy'd—the feast to vary— I've madly swallow'd my "Canary;" I've tippled Punch of my own brewing; Gone first to "rack," and then, to "ruin;" Like Cleopatra, th' Egyptian girl, I've drain'd my draught of precious "purl;" My heart I've warm'd with nice "lamb's wool;" I've had at your "dog's nose" many a pull; And cried aloud between my sips too, "It's the sweetest thing I've put my lips to." But tho' sweet your "dog's nose" to my two lips, Oh, sweeter still are those "mint juleps;" Yet much as Juleps I adore, I love my neat "Old Tom" still more; But—away with all vain artful dodges!— I doat upon my "cordial Hodges;" And yet it must—_shall_ be confest— I love a little "Jackey" best. Still it doth Jackey—Tom eclipse, To press my "Bishop" to my lips; Yes, 'tis that "Bishop" most I prize, That lifts my soul up to the skies. Yet no!—there's one so sweet and good, That I could die with—_that_ I could! What tho' "Old Tom" this heart enthrall? I love a "Cobbler" more than all! What tho' my "Bishop" spicier be? A "Cobbler" give—oh, give to me! My "Jackey's" strong-my "Hodges'" fine; But ah! my "Cobbler" is divine; In summer cool "dog's noses" are, But "Cobblers" cooler—sweeter far. When to the Opera I repair, I always take my "Cobbler" there; When at a ball I seek delight, My "Cobbler" makes me dance all night; For 'tis my greatest joy and pride To have a "Cobbler" by my side. I love all "Cobblers!"—If any best, The last alone excels the rest; With each I cry, between my sips too, "'Tis the sweetest 'Cobbler' I've put my lips to." [Illustration: ARABIAN NIGHTS' ENTERTAINMENT. ] "ANY ONE FOR EGYPT?—EGYPT!" Of course we shall have a Railway to Grand Cairo—the LONDON AND GREAT DESERT DIRECT. How the antiquaries will get over this attack upon the very seat of their learning it is impossible to say. Will they stand idly by and not resent this blow levelled at their renowned Sesostris— this slap given to their Cheops?