Eode like a soldier big. And secretary Harrison,

With pen stuck in his wig.*

But, lest chieftain Washington

Should mourn them in the mumps,t

The fate of Withrington to shun, They fought behind the stmups.

But ah! Thaddeus Posset, why

Should thy poor soul elope ? And why should Titus Hooper die,

Ah ! die-- without a rope ?

Apostate Murphy, tliou to whom

Fair Shela ne'er was cruel ; In death shalt hear her mourn thy doom,

Och ! would ye die, my jewel ?

Thee, Nathan Pumpkin, I lament.

Of melancholy fate. The gray goose, stolen as he went,

In his heart's blood was wet.

Now as the fight was further fought,

And balls began to thicken. The fray assumed, the gen'rals thought.

The colom- of a licking.

Yet undismay'd the chiefs command,

And, to redeem the day. Cry, " Soldiers, charge ! " they hear, they staiul

They turn and run away.

Cakto III.

Not all delights the bloody spear,

Or horrid din of battle. There are, I'm sure, who'd like to hear

A word about the rattle.

* Colonels Hamilton and Han-ison, of Washington's staff.

t A painful swelling of the glands, then prevalent in the Republican ami)-.

THE HUDSON.

The chief whom we beheld of late, Near Schralenberg haranguing,

At Yan Van Poop's unconscious sat Of Irvine's hearty banging.

Wliile valiant Lee, with courage wild,

Most bravely did oppose Tlie tears of women and of child.

Who begg'd he'd leave the cows.

But Wayne, of sympathising heart,