"I hugg'd me up-as theta wer & cheeld,

a

Tages

NO TRICKS UPON TRAVELLERS.

And now along the road they're walking,
Of this, and that thing, busy talking;
TOм felt his Cornish spirits rising;
Spoke of his wrestling as surprising:
The other cried if that's your sort,
"My RUSSIAN friend can show you sport;
"He practises the Cornish hug;

"Knows skilful how to turn to hip;* "Giving your heels the cleanest trip, "Will lay you on your back so snug.' "Will 'a"? quoth Toм, "ef SIR, you'll caal "And make the COACHMAN stop-we'll try a fual; "For tho' 'tis dark, and we can't see, "Yet 'tis as vair for him as me."

Now matters being settl'd thus,
THOMAS approach'd the rugged Russ,
Who seiz'd him quickly round the waist;
And grip'd him hard, and held him fast;
Both came together to the ground,
Away they roll'd with many a bound,
Down o'er a pretty steep declivity;
While the sly TUTOR Scamper'd after,
Ready to burst his sides with laughter:
And had he not with great activity
Step'd to their aid, and timely stop'd 'em,
Into a gravel pit they'd pop'd 'em.

He rais'd our hero from the ground;

And-" hop'd, his friend-the RUSSIAN there," (Making a formal bow profound)

"Had, like a Gem'man, play'd him fair."

"Why, in his way-I must allow

"The Gentleman play'd vair enow;

"But lord!-sich strength before I never feel'd;

"Why, es a Liant!! †

"A hugg'd me up-as thof wor a cheeld,

"And he a Giant!!

A term made use of amongst wrestlers. Lion.

THE COUNTRY BUMPKIN

But now the day began to dawn,
And gild the dew drops on the lawn;
When Toм look'd round him, with staring eyes
Expressing wonder and surprise;

Saying "kind Gentlemen I thonk ye;"
For now did THOMAS SCe most clear,

His late antagonista BEAR!

The Pickpocket

-a MONKEY!

"TRICKS UPON TRAVELLERS-wont do for me!
"So now, my friend, I'll have a bout with thee;"
Then seiz'd the BEAR-WARD by the middle,
As tho' no heavier than his fiddle:

"D'ye sarve me so you son o' bitch!"
Then giving him the fiying mare,*
And raising off the ground quite clear,
He sous'd him in a muddy ditch.

"Lie there," quoth Toм, "you fiddling lout,
"Your RUSSIAN FRIEND may help you out;
"And larn henceforth that Lunnun jokes,
"Are dangerous things with Cornish folks,

A wrestling term.

THE COUNTRY BUMPKIN AND THE RAZOR-SELLER.

(PINDAR.)

FORBEAR, my friends, to sacrifice

your fame

To sordid gain, unless that you are starving! I own, that hunger will indulgence claim, For hard stone heads, and landscape-carving,

In order to make haste to sell and eat;
For there is certainly a charm in meat:
And in rebellious tones, will stomachs speak,
That have not tasted victuals for a week.