He's in very good hands, for you're all well aware
That St. Cuthbert has taken him under his care;

Though I must not say 'bless,'

-Why you'll easily guess,—

May our curly-wigg'd Friend's shadow never be

less!"

Nick took off his heel-taps-bow'd-smiled-with an

air

Most graciously grim,-and vacated the chair.-
Of course the élite Rose at once on their feet,
And followed their leader, and beat a retreat;
When a sky-larking Imp took the President's seat,
And, requesting that each would replenish his cup,
Said, "Where we have dined, my boys, there let us

sup!"

-It was three in the morning before they broke up!!!

I scarcely need say Sir Guy didn't delay
To fulfil his vow made to St. Cuthbert, or pay
For the candles he'd promised, or make light as day
The shrine he assured him he'd render so gay.
In fact, when the votaries came there to pray,
All said there was nought to compare with it-nay,

For fear that the Abbey Might think he was
shabby,

Four Brethren thenceforward, two cleric, two lay,

He ordained, should take charge of a new-founded chantry,

With six marcs apiece, and some claims on the

pantry;

In short, the whole County Declared, through his
bounty

The Abbey of Bolton exhibited fresh scenes
From any displayed since Sir William de Meschines,*

And Cecily Roumeli came to this nation

With William the Norman, and laid its foundation.

For the rest, it is said, And I know I have read

In some Chronicle-whose, has gone out of my headThat, what with these candles, and other expenses, Which no man would go to if quite in his senses,

He reduced, and brought low His property so, That, at last, he'd not much of it left to bestow; And that, many years after that terrible feast, Sir Guy, in the Abbey, was living a Priest; And there, in one thousand-and something-deceased. (It's supposed by this trick He bamboozled Old Nick,

And slipped through his fingers remarkably "slick.")

* Vide Dugdale's Monasticon, Art. Prioratus de Bolton, in agro Eboracensi.

While, as to young Curly-wig, -dear little Soul,
Would you know more of him, you must look at "The

Roll,"

Which records the dispute, And the subsequent suit,

Commenced in "Thirteen sev'nty-five," which took

root

In Le Grosvenor's assuming the arms Le Scroope

swore

That none but his ancestors, ever before,

In foray, joust, battle, or tournament wore,

To wit, On a Prussian-blue Field, a Bend Or;"
While the Grosvenor averred that his ancestors bore

The same, and Scroope lied like a somebody tore
Off the simile, -so I can tell you no more,
Till some A double S shall the fragment restore. *

MORAL.

This Legend sound maxims exemplifies-e.g.

Imo. Should anything tease you,

please you,

Annoy, or dis

* It is with the greatest satisfaction I learn from Mr. Simpkinson this consummation, so devoutly to be wished, is about to be realised, and that the remainder of this most interesting document, containing the whole of the defendant's evidence, will appear in the course of the ensuing summer, under the same auspices as the former portion. We shall look with eagerness for the identification of "Curly-wig."

Remember what Lilly says, "Animum rege !" *
And as for that shocking bad habit of swearing-
In all good society voted past bearing,-
Eschew it! and leave it to dustmen and mobs,
Nor commit yourself much beyond "Zooks!" or

"Odsbobs!"

2do. When asked out to dine by a Person of Quality. Mind, and observe the most strict punctuality!

For should you come late, And make dinner wait,

And the victuals get cold, you'll incur, sure as
fate,

The Master's displeasure, the Mistress's hate.
And-though both may, perhaps, be too well-bred
to swear,-

They'll heartily wish you-I need not say Where.

3tio. Look well to your Maid-servants!-say you expect

them

To see to the children, and not to neglect them!
And if you're a widower, just throw a cursory
Glance in, at times, when you go near the Nursery.
-Perhaps it's as well to keep children from
plums,

And from pears in the season, and sucking their
thumbs!

* "Animum rege! qui nisi paret, imperat. "-Lilly's Grammar. 4to. To sum up the whole with a "Saw" of much

use,

Be just and be generous, -don't be profuse!
Pay the debts that you owe, -keep your word to
your friends,

But-DON'T SET YOUR CANDLES ALIGHT AT BOTH
ENDS!!-

For of this be assured, if you "go it" too fast,

You'll be "dish'd" like Sir Guy, And like him perhaps, die

A poor, old, half-starved, Country Parson at last!