THE DREAM OF THE HALTER (7). [Mulierem alicui copulare, et crucem ei imponere prorsus idem est.— PACIUCHELLI in Jonam, lib. i. p. 272.) 'LAST night I awoke in a fright, After a horrible dream that I had, A concatenation of all that is bad. I thought I was brought Under a terrible gallows-tree: The look was enough to stagger me. The bells from the steeple Were ringing, the people In plenty were gathering round to see. I shook in my shoes; The cold clammy dews Of the horror of death broke out on my brow: I had not the pluck of a man, I allow. But I'm sure was not half as disposed to cry As was I. And methought as I stood on the scaffold, the noose Was fitted about me, at first rather loose, But, tightening fast; Hope was leaving at last. I struggled for freedom, but struggled in vain, O for a knife To sever the cord! To escape with my life! For be well assured I didn't let Hope fly away beyond hail, And -awoke from my dream. Now you are a wizard. The Future you scan, For the money I offer. Then prithee explain, To find the solution,-but all of my pain Most fruitless has been. Well! what does it mean? I am sure, I repeat, that the vision I had Is a prognostication of something bad.' Gravely, yet slyly, the wizard, he scann'd His inquisitive customer, ere he replied: 'I think it no wonder you're frightened and harried; The vision is clear; It means-do you hear?— In the course of the week you are going to be married.' THE TELESCOPE. ['Qui tubi optici usum ignorant, si præpostere oculo adhibeant, objecta etiam e longinquo sita longissimo intervallo distare, arbitrabuntur. O peccator! mortem quam longissime abesse credis? Adverte tuam imperitiam: tubum opticum secus adhibes, quam adhibere consueverant Sancti Dei. Disce ab his tubo uti.'-DE BARZIA, Manductio ad Excit. Christianorum, p. 52. August. Vend. 1732.] JOHN BROWN and wife a-fairing went, On business and on pleasure bent: He, to inspect some cattle, She, to procure some household stuff— A boa, crinoline, and muff And taste some tittle-tattle. John sold full well a drove of sheep, And bought some bullocks middling cheap, After a wordy battle. And Mistress Brown laid in some toys For Bill and Joe, her precious boys, A pop-gun and a rattle. Now when the fair was done, the weather |