t the letter _e_:

"A jovial swain should not complain
Of any buxom fair
Who mocks his pain and thinks it gain
To quiz his awkward air.

"Quixotic boys who look for joys,
Quixotic hazards run;
A lass annoys with trivial toys,
Opposing man for fun.

"A jovial swain may rack his brain,
And tax his fancy's might;
To quiz is vain, for 'tis most plain
That what I say is right"

_Northampton_ (_England_) _Courier._

Here is the result of a rhyming punster's efforts:

"A pretty deer is dear to me,
A hare with downy hair,
A hart I love with all my heart,
But barely bear a bear.

"'Tis plain that no one takes a plane
To pare a pair of pears,
Although a rake may take a rake
To tear away the tares.

"Sol's rays raise thyme, time raises all,
And through the whole holes wears.
A scribe in writing right may write
To write and still be wrong;
For write and rite are neither right,
And don't to right belong.

"Robertson is not Robert's son,
Nor did he rob Burt's son,
Yet Robert's sun is Robin's sun,
And everybody's sun.

"Beer often brings a bier to man,
Coughing a coffin brings,
And too much ale will make us ail,
As well as other things.

"The person lies who says he lies
When he is not reclining;
And when consumptive folks decline,
They all decline declining.

"Quails do not quail before a storm.
A bow will bow before it;
We cannot rein the rain at all,
No earthly power reigns o'er it.

"The dyer dyes awhile, then dies--
To dye he's always trying;
Until upon his dying bed
He thinks no more of dyeing.

"A son of Mars mars many a son,
All Deys must have their days;
And every knight should pray each night
To him who weighs his ways.

"'Tis meet that man should mete out meat
To feed one's fortune's sun;
The fair should fare on love alone,
Else one cannot be won.

"Alas, a lass is sometimes false;
Of faults a maid is made;
Her waist is but a barren waste--
Though stayed she is not staid.

"The springs shoot forth each spring and shoots
Shoot forward one and all;
Though summer kills the flowers, it leaves
The leaves to fall in fall.

"I would a story here commence,
But you might think it stale;
So we'll suppose that we have reached
The tail end of our tale."

And here is a zoological romance,