Spoken.] Gentlemen of the Quizzical Society, please to answer to your names.-Farmer Scroggins? Why I be here.-Doctor Horseleach? Here.-Parson Paunch? Here.-Taylor Tit? Here.(So he goes on for about twenty.) At last-you're here-are you all assembled? All, all, all, all—

So here's to you, Mr Wiggins,
Here's to you, Master Higgins,
So put the beer about.

Come tell us what the news is,
Who wins and who loses,

Of the times, what do people say?
Hard, hard the landlord racks us,
Then we've such a load of taxes;
Indeed! well, and how goes the hay?
Why, now there's Mr. Wiseman,
He tells the exciseman

The cause of all this pother and rout―
Order! order and sobriety

Are the rules of this society,

Let the secretary read them out.

Spoken.] Every member of this society that spills his liquor in his neighbor's pocket, shall forfeit 2d.-Every member of this society that singes his neighbor's wig with his pipe, shall forfeit 2d. Every member of this society that refuses to laugh at a good joke, shall forfeit 2d.-Every member of this society who reproaches his neighbor with coming to distress by unavoidable misfortunes, shall forfeit 2d.— Mr. President, I move that this forfeit be a shilling. And I second the motion. Are you

all agreed? I am, unanimously-A noble resolution.-D'ye think so?

Why, then, here's to you, &c.

And now the potent liquor

Not even spares the vicar,

But to all their noddles mounts;
While among this set of queerers,
All talkers and no hearers,

Each his favorite tale recounts:
The soldier talks of battle,
The grazier sells his cattle,
Conversation to provoke ;
Till the juice of the barrel
Begets some curious quarrel,

While the company's lost in smoke. Spoken.] Upon my soul, neighbor, I had no hand in the death of your wife; it was all in the way of business. Nay, but doctor, 'twere a cursed unneighborly thing of you; not that the woman were any sitch great things, but to put a body to sitch an expense. -Why, you don't tell me so! killed fifteen with your own hand? Fifteen, by my laurels ! D'ye hear that, butcher? Hear it? yes; but I'll lay him what he dares, he has not killed so many as I have by hundreds.-Powder my whiskers, says the barber. Come, come, gentlemen, says the bellows-maker, no breezes. Let me exhort you to temperance, says the parson. Amen, says the clerk. That's right, says the undertaker, let us bury all animosities. That's what I like, says the fiddler, I like to see harmony restored. D'ye though! -You like to see harmony restored!

Why, then, here's to you, &c.

THE UNIVERSITY OF GOTTINGEN.

By the Rt. Hon. George Canning.

WHENE'ER with haggard eyes 1 view
This dungeon that I'm rotting in,
I think of those companions true,
Who studied with me at the U-

-niversity of Gottingen.

-niversity of Gottingen.

Sweet 'kerchief, check'd with heavenly blue,
Which once my love sat knotting in!
Alas! Matilda then was true!

At least I thought so at the U

-niversity of Gottingen.
-niversity of Gottingen.

Barbs, barbs, alas! how swift ye flew,
Her neat post-waggon trotting in!
Ye bore Matilda from my view,
Forlorn, I languish'd at the U-—

-niversity of Gottingen.
-niversity of Gottingen.

This faded form! this pallid hue!
This blood my veins are clotting in;
My years are many, they were few
When first I enter'd at the U-

-niversity of Gottingen.
-niversity of Gottingen.

There first for thee my passion grew,
Sweet, sweet Matilda Pottingen!
Thou wast the daughter of my tu-
-tor, law professor of the U-

-niversity of Gottingen.
-niversity of Gottingen.

Sun, moon, and thou vain world, adieu!
That kings and priests are plotting in;
Here doom'd to starve on water-gru-
-el, never shall I see the U-

-niversity of Gottingen.
-niversity of Gottingen.

LIBERTY TREE.-By R. T. Payne.

IN a chariot of light from the regions of day,
The goddess of Liberty came;

Ten thousand celestials directed the way,
And hither conducted the dame.

A fair budding branch from the gardens above,
Where millions with millions agree,

She brought in her hand, as a pledge of her love,
And the plant she nam'd Liberty Tree.

The celestial exotic struck deep in the ground,
Like a native, it flourish'd and bore;
The fame of its fruit drew the nations around,
To seek out its peaceable shore.

Unmindful of names, or distinctions, they came,
For freemen like brothers agree;

With one spirit endu'd, they one friendship pursued,
And their temple was Liberty Tree.

Beneath this fair tree, like the patriarchs of old,
Their bread in contentment they eat,

Unvex'd with the troubles of silver and gold,
The cares of the grand and the great;
With timber and tar they old England supplied,
And supported her power on the sea;

Her battles they fought without getting a groat,
For the honor of Liberty Tree.

But hear, O ye swains, ('tis a tale most profane,)
How all the tyrannical powers,

Kings, Commons and Lords, are uniting amain,
To cut down this guardian of ours:

From the east to the west blow the trumpet to arms,
Through the land let the sound of it flee;

Let the far and the near all unite with a cheer,
In defence of our Liberty Tree.

THE TURF SHALL BE MY FRAGRANT
SHRINE.

THE turf shall be my fragrant shrine,
My temple, Lord! that arch of thine;
My censor's breath, the mountain airs,
And silent thoughts my only prayers.

My choir shall be the moonlight waves,
When murmuring homeward to their caves,
Or when the stillness of the sea,
Even more than music breaths of thee!

I'll see, by day, some glade unknown,
All light and silence, like thy throne!
And the pale stars shall be, at night,
The only eyes that watch my rite.

Thy Heaven, on which 'tis bliss to look,
Shall be my pure and shining book,
Where I shall read, in words of flame,
The glories of thy wondrous name.

I'll read thy anger in the rack

That clouds awhile the day-beam's track, Thy mercy in the azure hue

Of sunny brightness breaking through!

There's nothing bright, above, below,
From flowers that bloom to stars that glow,
But in its light my soul can see
Some feature of thy Deity!

There's nothing dark, below, above,
But in its gloom I trace thy love,
And meekly wait that moment when
Thy touch shall turn all bright again!