So finally to the wind I went,

But found in him another scorner;

For he puffed the dust full into my face,
And whistled me fairly round the corner.

ADOLPH BUCHHEIM.-Schlimmer Trost

GO-A-HEAD DICK.

(FREE.)

SINCE you ought to regard as your dad

Whomsoever has married your 'ma,
I'll suppose that a licking I had
Long ago was bestowed by papa.

Says he, 'You young scamp,

You have no business here;

There is sixpence for beer,

And decamp!'

'Go a-head''s all I said

'Go a-head!'

Now sixpence, as all the world knows,

Will take a confiding young man

Anywhere; so, forgetting my woes,
With a hop and a skip off I ran.
But, next day, I scarce missed

Being starved, when a bob,

Introduced to my fob,

Made me 'list.

'Go a-head''s all I said

'Go a-head!'

When I first heard the musketry rattle, Home-thoughts melted out a few tears;

But, as to the front of the battle

I followed our bold grenadiers,

Though my spirits were sunk,
Come, thinks I, Dicky dear,

Don't you let it appear

That you funk!

'Go a-head, boys,' I said—

'Go a-head!'

Like every true guardsman, I tried,
As soon as the battle was o'er,

To succour the wounded, nor spied
What colours the poor fellows wore.

If to injure them came

Any rascal, at once

A good rap on the sconce

Spoilt his game.

'Go a-head, knave,' I said

'Go a-head!'

My daddy, one day, having got

Rather down in his luck, asked my aid;

It is true he had left me to rot,

And might now in kind be repaid;

But he didn't ask twice,

And the pay I'd not spent

To the old man I sent

In a trice.

'Go a-head, Sir,' I said—

'Go a-head!'

After twenty years' toil, I repose;

But I still keep my uniform bright;
And, while in my garden the rose

Is blooming, a laurel 's in sight.

If the Queen wants me out,

As I take up my ground,

To the younkers around