out, roundabout, celere.

Tum laeva cito, turn dextra,
First to the left, and then t'other way;
Aspice retro in vultu,
You look at her, and she looks at you.
Das palmam
Change hands, ma'am;
Celere--run away, just in sham.

_Barclay Philips._

A _CAT_ALECTIC MONODY!

A cat I sing, of famous memory,
Though _cat_achrestical my song may be;
In a small garden _cat_acomb she lies,
And _cat_aclysms fill her comrades' eyes;
Borne on the air, the _cat_acoustic song
Swells with her virtues' _cat_alogue along,
No _cat_aplasm could lengthen out her years,
Though mourning friends shed _cat_aracts of tears.
Once loud and strong her _cat_echist-like voice
It dwindled to a _cat_call's squeaking noise;
Most _cat_egorical her virtues shone,
By _cat_enation join'd each one to one;--
But a vile _cat_chpoll dog, with cruel bite,
Like _cat_ling's cut, her strength disabled quite;
Her _cat_erwauling pierced the heavy air,
As _cat_aphracts their arms through legions bear;
'Tis vain! as _cat_erpillars drag away
Their lengths, like _cat_tle after busy day,
She ling'ring died, nor left in kit _kat_ the
Embodyment of this _cat_astrophe.

_Cruikshank's Omnibus._

ODE FOR A SOCIAL MEETING

WITH SLIGHT ALTERATIONS BY A TEETOTALER

Come! fill a fresh bumper,--for why should we go
logwood
While the {nectar} still reddens our cups as they flow?
decoction
Pour out the {rich juices} still bright with the sun,
dye-stuff
Till o'er the brimmed crystal the {rubies} shall run.
half-ripened apples
The {purple-globed clusters} their life-dews have bled;
taste sugar of lead
How sweet is the {breath} of the {fragrance they shed}!
rank poisons _wines!!!_
For Summer's {last roses} lie hid in the {wines}
stable-boys smoking long-nines
That were garnered by {maidens who laughed through the vines},
scowl howl scoff sneer
Then a {smile}, and a {glass}, and a {toast}, and a {cheer},
strychnine and whiskey, and ratsbane and beer
For {all the good wine, and we've some of it here}!

In cellar, in pantry, in attic, in hall,
Down, down with the tyrant that masters us all!
{Long live the gay servant that laughs for us all!}

_Oliver Wendell Holmes._

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