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Ah! well may regal orbs burn blue,
And satellites turn pale,
Ten billion leagues of tail !
And how would look the sea,
Our earth should chance to be ? Full hot and high the sea would boil,
Full red the forests gleam; Methought I saw and heard it all
In a dyspeptic dream!
The Comet's course to spy ;
Had stewed the tutor's eye ;
Were armed with goggles green;
Bang went the magazine !
Each moment in a tub,
“ The Dream of Beelzebub;' He could not see his verses burn,
Although his brain was friod,
To wet them as they dried.
The crackling, sweating pines,
Burst through the rumbling mines;
Such noise about the town;
The brakes went up and down.
Upon a baking egg ;
I saw nine geese upon the wing
Towards the frozen pole, And every mother's gosling fell
Crisped to a crackling coal.
I saw the ox that browsed the grass
Writhe in the blistering rays,
Was all a fiery blaze;
Bob through the bubbling brine;
my soul; I had been rash at mine.
Strange sights! strange sounds! O fearful dream!
Its memory haunts me still,
That wreathed each wooded hill;
Such midnight visions sweep,
And sweet shall be thy sleep!
RHYME OF THE RAIL.-JOHN G. SAXE,
SINGING through the forests,
Rattling over ridges,
Rumbling over bridges;
Buzzing o'er the vale,
Riding on the rail !
Men of different stations
In the eye of fame,
Coming to the same;
RHYME OF THE RAIL.
High and lowly people,
Birds of every feather, On a common level,
Traveling together. Gentlemen in shorts,
Looming very tall; Gentlemen at large,
Talking very small; Gentlemen in tights,
With a loose-ish mien; Gentlemen in gray,
Looking rather green; Gentlemen quite old,
Asking for the news; Gentlemen in black,
In a fit of blues; Gentlemen in claret,
Sober as a vicar; Gentlemen in tweed,
Dreadfully in liquor Stranger on the right
Looking very sunny, Obviously reading
Something rather funny. Now the smiles are thicker
Wonder what they mean? Faith, he's got the Knicker
bocker Magazine ! Stranger on the left
Closing up his peepers ; Now he snores amain,
Like the seven sleepers ; At his feet a volume
Gives the explanation, How the man grew stupid
From "association !" Ancient maiden lady
Anxiously remarks, That there must be peril
'Mong so many sparks :