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ECONOMY.
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At length, our porter's slumber o'er,
He jogged on, tottering as before,
Unconscious any body kind
Had eased him of his load behind.
Now on the houses turned his eye,
As if his journey's end were nigh,
Then read the paper in his hand,
And made a stand—
Hayman drew near, with eager mien,
To mark the closing of the scene,
Expecting straight a furious din,
His features ready for a grin.

And now we need but mention one thing more,
To show how much he must have liked the whim;
Though drunk, our porter hit at last the door,
And Hayman found the hare was sent to him.

The Whimsical Mal-Entendre.
A poor simple foreigner, not long ago,
Whose knowledge of English was simply so-so,
At a shopwindow reading, "Good pickles sold here,"
To the shopwoman said, "Vat is pickles, my dear?"
"Why pickles," says she, "is a sort of a name
Like preserves, and the meaning is nearly the same,
For pickling preserves, though not quite the same way,
Yet 'tis much the same thing, as a body may say."
The foreigner bowed, and gave thanks for his lesson,
Which the next day at dinner he made a fine mess on;
Eor a loud clap of thunder caused Miss Kitty nervous
To start from her chair, and cry "Mercy preserve us
While he, keeping closely his lesson in view,
Cried "Mercy preserve us and pickle us too."

Economy; or, the Lady and the Carter.
O'er economy some have such perfect control,
They make the one half go as far as the whole:
You need not be told that in what I relate,
I allude not to those who now govern the State!
No, I speak of a Dame, an old woman 'tis true,
But still with the Government nothing to do!