faith, he maunna fa' that.

_The Cotter's Saturday Night_.

He wales a portion with judicious care;
And "Let us worship God!" he says, with solemn air.

* * * * *

THOMAS MOSS.
--1808.

_The Beggar_.

Pity the sorrows of a poor old man,
Whose trembling limbs have borne him to your door,
Whose days are dwindled to the shortest span;
Oh! give relief, and Heaven will bless your store.

* * * * *

GEORGE COLMAN.
1762-1836.

BROAD GRINS.

_The Maid of the Moor_.

And what's impossible can't be,
And never, never comes to pass.

* * * * *

Three stories high, long, dull, and old,
As great lord's stories often are.

* * * * *

_Lodgings for Single Gentlemen_.

But when ill indeed,
E'en dismissing the doctor don't always succeed.

_The Poor Gentleman_.

Act i. Sc. 2.

Thank you, good sir, I owe you one.

* * * * *

_Prologue to the Heir ft Law_.

On their own merits modest men are dumb.

* * * * *

THOMAS MORTON.
1764-1836.

_Speed the Plough_. Act i. Sc. 1.

What will Mrs. Grundy say?

* * * * *

GEORGE CANNING.
1770-1827.

POETRY OF THE ANTI-JACOBIN.

_The Needy Knife-Grinder_.

Story! God bless you, I have none to tell, sir!

* * * * *

I give thee sixpence! I will see thee d--d first.

* * * * *

_The Loves of the Triangles_.

Line 178.

So down thy hill, romantic Ashbourne, glides
The Derby dilly, carrying three insides.

WILLIAM WORDSWORTH.
1770-1850.

_Quilt and Sorrow_.

St. 41.

And homeless near a thousand homes I stood,
And near a thousand tables pined and wanted food.

* * * * *

_My Heart Leaps up_.

The Child is father of the Man.

* * * * *

_Lucy Gray_.

St. 2.

The sweetest thing that ever grew
Beside a human door.

* * * * *

_We are Seven_.

A simple Child,
That lightly draws its breath,
And feels its life in every limb,
What should it know of death?

* * * * *

_The Pet Lamb_.

Drink, pretty creature, drink.

* * * * *

_The Broth