father,
Think you, made a deal of brass?'
And she answered: 'Sir, I rather
Should imagine that he has.'
UWINS, then, his whiskers scratching,
Leer'd upon the maiden's face;
And her hands with ardor catching,
Folded her in his embrace.

'La, Sir! let alone--you fright me!'
Said the daughter of the Jew:
'Dearest! how these eyes delight me!
Let me love thee, darling, do!'
'Vat is dish?' the bailiff mutter'd,
Rushing in with fury wild;
'Ish your muffins so vell butter'd
Dat you darsh insult ma shild?'

'Honorable my intentions,
Good ABEDNEGO, I swear!
And I have some small pretensions,
For I am a Baron's heir.
If you'll only clear my credit,
And a thousand give or so,
She's a peeress; I have said it!
Don't you twig, ABEDNEGO?'

'Datsh a very different matter!'
Said the bailiff, with a leer;
'But you musht not cut it fatter
Than ta slish will shtand, ma tear!
If you seeksh ma approbation,
You must quite give up your rigsh;
Alsho, you mosht join our nation,
And renounch ta flesh of pigsh.'

* * * * *

At a meeting of the Rabbis,
Held about the Whitsuntide,
Was this thorough-paced Barabbas
Wedded to his Hebrew bride.
All his former debts compounded,
From the spunging-house he came;
And his father's feelings wounded
With reflections on the same.'

It is a very dear marriage for UWINS, for on visiting his father the
Baron, that incensed nobleman tells the double-dyed apostate never to
cross his threshold again, and directs JOHN the porter to kick him into
the street. The order is anticipated:

'Forth rushed I. O. UWINS, faster
Than all winking, much afraid
That the orders of the master
Would be punctually obeyed;
Sought his club, and there the sentence
Of expulsion first he saw:
No one dared to own acquaintance
With a bailiff's son-in-law.

Uselessly down Bond-street strutting,
Did he greet his friends of yore;
Such a universal cutting
Never man received before.
Till at last his pride revolted;
Pale, and lean, and stern, he grew;
And his wife REBECCA bolted
With a missionary Jew.

Ye who read this doleful ditty,
Ask ye where is UWINS now?
Wend your way through London city,
Climb to Holborn's lofty brow;
Near the sign-post of 'The Nigger,'
Near the baked-potato shed,
You may see a ghas