"A woman never--"
"There she goes!"

"A woman is no judge of physic,
No even when her baby is sick.
He must be bled,"--"No, no, a blister,"--
"A purge, you mean,"--"I say a clyster,"--
"No, cup him,"--"Leech him,"--"Pills! pills! pills!"
And all the house the uproar fills.

What means that smile? what means that shiver?
The landlord's limbs with rapture quiver,
And triumph brightens up his face,
His finger yet shall win the race;
The clock is on the stroke of nine,
And up he starts,--"'Tis mine! 'tis mine!"
"What do you mean?"

"I mean the fifty;
I never spent an hour so thrifty.
But you who tried to make me lose,
Go, burst with envy, if you choose!
But how is this? where are they?"
"Who?"

"The gentlemen,--I mean the two
Came yesterday,--are they below?"
"They galloped off an hour ago."
"O, purge me! blister! shave and bleed!
For, hang the knaves, I'm mad indeed!"

DAVID AND GOLIATH.

Goliath gives vent to his arrogance in a bombastic style. This
should be borne in mind by the speaker. David, on the other
hand, expresses himself with modesty, but in a tone of
confident courage:

_Goliath._ Where is the mighty man of war, who dares
Accept the challenge of Philistia's chief?
What victor-king, what general drenched in blood,
Claims this high privilege? What are his rights?
What proud credentials does the boaster bring
To prove his claim? What cities laid in ashes,
What ruined provinces, what slaughtered realms,
What heads of heroes, or what hearts of kings,
In battle killed, or at his altars slain,
Has he to boast? Is his bright armory
Thick set with spears, and swords, and coats of mail,
Of vanquished nations, by his single arm
Subdued? Where is the mortal man so bold,
So much a wretch, so out of love with life,
To dare the weight of this uplifted spear?
Come, advance!
Philistia's gods to Israel's. Sound, my herald,
Sound for the battle straight!

_David._ Behold thy foe.

_Gol._ I see him not.

_Dav._ Behold him here.

_Gol._ Say, where?
Direct my sight. I do not war with boys.

_Dav._ I stand prepared; thy single arm to mine.

_Gol._ Why, this is mockery, minion; it may chance
To cost thee dear. Sport n