“6.  That the military shall not be called out, uncalled for.

   “7.  That the parish beadle, for the time being, be authorized
   to stand no nonsense.

“8.  That his Majesty’s mail be permitted to pass on the night
in question.

“9.  That all animosities be buried in oblivion, at the Parish
expense.

“10.  That the ashes of old bon-fires be never raked up.

" (Signed)
{WAGSTAFF, High Constable. 
{WIGSBY.”

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Our next quotations are two comico-serio Ballads:—­

FRENCH AND ENGLISH.

“Good Heaven! why even the little children in France speak
French!” ADDISON.

        I.

  Never go to France
  Unless you know the lingo,
  If you do, like me,
  You will repent by jingo,
  Staring like a fool
  And silent as a mummy,
  There I stood alone,
  A nation with a dummy.

        II.

  Chaises stand for chairs,
  They christen letters Billies,
  They call their mothers mares,
  And all their daughters fillies;
  Strange it was to hear,
  I’ll tell you what’s a good ’un,
  They call their leather queer,
  And half their shoes are wooden.

        III.

  Signs I had to make
  For every little notion,
  Limbs all going like
  A telegraph in motion. 
  For wine I reel’d about,
  To show my meaning fully,
  And made a pair of horns. 
  To ask for “beef and bully.”

        IV.

  Moo!  I cried for milk;
  I got my sweet things snugger,
  When I kissed Jeannette,
  ’Twas understood for sugar. 
  If I wanted bread. 
  My jaws I set a-going,
  And asked for new-laid eggs
  By clapping hands and crowing.

        V.

  If I wished a ride,
  I’ll tell you how I got it: 
  On my stick astride,
  I made believe to trot it;
  Then their cash was strange,
  It bored me every minute,
  Now here’s a hog to change,
  How many sows are in it.

        VI.

  Never go to France
  Unless you know the lingo;
  If you do, like me,
  You will repent, by jingo;
  Staring like a fool,
  And silent as a mummy,
  There I stood alone,
  A nation with a dummy.

THE DUEL.

A SERIOUS BALLAD.

    “Like the two Kings of Brentford smelling at one nosegay.”

  In Brentford town, of old renown,
    There lived a Mister Bray. 
  Who fell in love with Lucy Bell,
    And so did Mr. Clay.

  To see her ride from Hammersmith,
    By all it was allowed,
  Such fair outsides are seldom seen,
    Such Angels on a Cloud.

  Said Mr. Bray to Mr. Clay,
    You choose to rival me,
  And court Miss Bell, but there your court
    No thoroughfare shall be.