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Supped, frolicked, late retired to rest,
And woke to breakfast on the best.

The breakfast over, Tom and Will Sent for the landlord and the bill; Will looked it over; “Very rightBut hold! what wonder meets my sight? Tom! the surprise is quite a shock!” “What wonder? where?” “The clock! the clock!"

Tom and the landlord in amaze
Stared at the clock with stupid gaze,
And for a moment neither spoke;
At last the landlord silence broke:

“You mean the clock that 's ticking there?
I see no wonder, I declare;
Though may be, if the truth were told,
'T is rather ugly—somewhat old;
Yet time it keeps to half a minute,
But, if you please, what wonder 's in it?"

"Tom, do n't you recollect,” said Will,
“The clock in Jersey near the mill,

The very image of this present,
With which I won the wager pleasant?”
Will ended with a knowing wink-

Tom scratched his head, and tried to think. “Sir, begging pardon for inquiring,"

The landlord said, with grin admiring, “What wager was it?”

“You remember,
It happened, Tom, in last December.
In sport I bet a Jersey Blue
That it was more than he could do,
To make his finger go and come

In keeping with the pendulum,
Repeating, till one hour should close,
Still' Here she goesand there she goes '-
He lost the bet in half a minute."

“Well, if I would, the deuce is in it!"
Exclaimed the landlord; "try me yet,
And fifty dollars be the bet.”
'Agreed, but we will play some trick

To make you of the bargain sick!” “I'm up to that!”

"Do n't make us wait;
Begin, the clock is striking eight."
He seats himself, and left and right
His finger wags with all his might,
And hoarse his voice, and hoarser grows,
With “ Here she goes--and there she goes !

“Hold,” said the Yankee, “plank the ready!” The landlord wagged his fingers steady While his left hand, as well as able, Conveyed a purse upon the table. “ Tom, with the money let's be off!”

This made the landlord only scoff.

He heard them running down the stair,
But was not tempted from his chair.
Thought he, “The fools! I 'll bite them yet!
So poor a trick sha' n't win the bet.”
And loud and loud the chorus rose
OfHere she goesand there she goes ! "
While right and left his finger swung,
In keeping to his clock and tongue.

His mother happened in, to see
Her daughter. “Where is Mrs. B-
When will she come, as you suppose ?

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Here she goesand there she goes ! “Here! where ?”—the lady in surprise

His finger followed with her eyes;
“Son, why that steady gaze and sad ?
Those words—that motion—are you mad ?
But here 's your wife—perhaps she knows,

"Here she goesand there she goes !


His wife surveyed him with alarm,
And rushed to him and seized his arm;
He shook her off, and to and fro
His finger persevered to go,
While curled his very nose with ire,
That she against him should conspire,
And with more furious tone arose
The “ Here she goesand there she goes !

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“Lawks!" screamed the wife, “I'm in a whirl!
Run down and bring the little girl;
She is his darling, and who knows

Here she goesand there she goes !

"Lawks! he is mad! What made him thus?
Good Lord! what will become of us ?
Run for a doctor-run-run-run
For Doctor Brown, and Doctor Dun,
And Doctor Black, and Doctor White,
And Doctor Grey, with all your might.”

The doctors came, and looked and wondered, And shook their heads, and paused and pondered, Till one proposed he should be bled, "No-leeched, you mean,” the other said, “Clap on a blister," roared another, “No-cup him”—“No-trepan him, brother!”

A sixth would recommend a purge,
The next would an emetic urge,
The eighth, just come from a dissection,
His verdict gave for an injection;
The last produced a box of pills,

A certain cure for earthly ills; “I had a patient yesternight,"

Quoth he, "and wretched was her plight,
And as the only means to save her,
Three dozen patent pills I gave her,
And by to-morrow,


suppose That"

Here she goesand there she goes ! "

“You all are fools," the lady said,
“The way is, just to shave his head,

Run, bid the barber come anon-
“Thanks, mother," thought her clever son,
You help the knaves that would have bit me,

But all creation sha' n't outwit me!"
Thus to himself, while to and fro
His finger perseveres to go,
And from his lips no accent flows
But Here she goesand there she goes !
The barber came-"Lord help him! what
A queer customer I 've got;
But we must do our best to save him
So hold him, gemmen, while I shave him!”
But here the doctors interpose-
"A woman never—"

There she goes !

"A woman is no judge of physic, Not even when her baby is sick.

He must be bled"_“No-no-a blister"“A purge you mean "-"I say a clyster"“No-cup him "-"leech him”—“pills! pills! pills ! ”

And all the house the uproar fills.



What means that smile? What means that shiver ? The landlord's limbs with rapture quiver, And triumph brightens up his faceHis finger yet shall win the race ! The clock is on the stroke of nineAnd up he starts—"'T is mine! 't is mine!” “What do you mean?”

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“I mean the fifty!
I never spent an hour so thrifty;
But you, who tried to make me lose,
Go, burst with



you choose! But how is this! Where are they?

"Who?" “ The gentlemen-I mean the two

Came yesterday—are they below ?” "They galloped off an hour ago.” “Oh, purge me! blister! shave and bleed! For, hang the knaves, I 'm mad indeed!”


She Died in Beauty.

She died in beauty,--like a rose

Blown from its parent stem;
She died in beauty,-like a pearl

Dropped from some diadem.

She died in beauty,—like a lay

Along a moonlit lake;
She died in beauty,—like the song

Of birds amid the brake.

She died in beauty,—like the snow

On flowers dissolved away;
She died in beauty,—like a star

Lost on the brow of day.

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