EMORY SMITH,
Or CRAWFORD, the Consul. No thank ye,
_Persona gratissima_, he;
And therefore I yield to the Yankee
The boon I refused to J.B.
But yet, all the same, it _is_ funny
To see Three like us in One Boat.
COLUMBIA looks dulcet as honey,
Miss F.'s every glance is a gloat.
I never imagined Republics
Could have such a "bearing" as these.
Enjoyingly as a bear cub licks
The comb sweetly filled by the bees,
I list to their flattering-chatter;
Their voices are pleasant--in praise;
But--well, though it seems a small matter,
I _don't_ like that dashed "_Marseillaise_."
And "_Israel in Egypt_" sounds pointed
I'd Pharaoh the miscreants--but stay,
My soliloquy's getting disjointed,
I've promised! COLUMBIA looks gay,
_La Belle France_ displays a _grande passion_;
My arms they unitedly press.
One thing though; the Phrygian fashion
Is not _my_ ideal of dress.
They swear that they both love me dearly,
Their "best of old Autocrat Chaps!"
They are setting their Caps at me, clearly,
But,--well, _I don't quite like the Caps!_
* * * * *
THE CAPLESS MAID.
["The plaintiff gave evidence that she was engaged as a sort
of house and parlour-maid .
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