There were Marshals by the dozen,
And Dukes by the score ;
Princes a few, and Kings one or two;
While the fields are so green, and the sky so blue,
Morbleu! Parbleu !
What a pleasant excursion to Moscow !
But the Russians stoutly they turned to,
Upon the road to Moscow.
Nap had to fight his way all through;
They could fight, though they could not parley-voo ;
But the fields were green, and the sky was blue,
Morbleu! Parbleu !
And so he got to Moscow.
He found the place too warm for him,
For they set fire to Moscow.
Το get there had cost him much ado,
And then no better course he knew,
While the fields were green, and the sky was blue,
Morbleu! Parbleu!
But to march back again from Moscow.
The Russians they stuck close to him,
All on the road from Moscow.
There was Tormazow and Jemalow,
And all the others that end in ow;
Milarodovitch and Jaladovitch,
And Karatschkowitch,
And all the others that end in itch;
Schamscheff, Souchosaneff,
And Schepaleff,
And all the others that end in eff;
Wasiltschikoff, Kostomaroff,
And Tchoglokoff,
And all the others that end in off;
Rajeffsky, and Novereffsky,
And Rieffsky,
And all the others that end in effsky;
Oscharoffsky and Rostoffsky,
And all the others that end in offsky;
And Platoff he play'd them off,
And Shouvaloff he shovell'd them off,
And Markoff he mark'd them off,
And Krosnoff' he cross'd them off,
And Tuchkoff he touch'd them off,
And Boroskoff he bored them off,
And Kutousoff he cut them off
And Parenzoff he pared them off,
And Worronsoff he worried them off,
And Doctoroff he doctored them off,
And Rodionoff he flogg'd them off.
And, last of all, an Admiral came,
A terrible man with a terrible name,
A name which you all know by sight very well,
But which no one can speak, and no one can spell.
They stuck close to Nap with all their might;
They were on the left, and on the right,
Behind and before, and by day and by night;
He would rather parlez-vous than fight;
But he look'd white, and he look'd blue,
Morbleu! Parbleu!
When parlez-vous no more would do,
For they remember'd Moscow.
And then came on the frost and snow,
All on the road from Moscow.
The wind and the weather he found, in that hour,
Cared nothing for him, nor for all his power;
For him, who while Europe crouch'd under his rod,
Put his trust in his Fortune, and not in his God.
Worse and worse every day the elements grew,
The fields were so white, and the sky so blue,
Sacrebleu! Ventrebleu!
What a horrible journey from Moscow!
What then thought the Emperor Nap
Upon the road from Moscow ?
Why, I ween he thought it small delight
To fight all day, and to freeze all night;
And he was besides in a very great fright,
For a whole skin he liked to be in;
And so, not knowing what else to do,
When the fields were so white, and the sky so blue,
Morbleu! Parbleu!
He stole away,-I tell you true,-
Upon the road from Moscow:
'Tis myself, quoth he, I must mind most;
And so-good luck to the hindmost!
LESSON CXXVIII.
Lodgings for Single Gentlemen.-COLMAN.
WHO has e'er been in London, that overgrown place,
Has seen "Lodgings to Let" stare him full in the face:
Some are good, and let dearly; while some, 'tis well known,
Are so dear and so bad, they are best let alone.
Will Waddle, whose temper was studious and lonely,
Hired lodgings that took Single Gentlemen only;
But Will was so fat, he appeared like a tun-
Or like two Single Gentlemen roll'd into One.
He enter'd his rooms, and to bed he retreated;
But, all the night long, he felt fever'd and heated;
And, though heavy to weigh, as a score of fat sheep,
He was not, by any means, heavy to sleep.
Next night 'twas the same !—and the next !—and the next!
He perspired like an ox; he was nervous and vex'd.
Week pass'd after week, till, by weekly succession,
His weakly condition was past all expression.
In six months his acquaintance began much to doubt him;
For his skin, "like a lady's loose gown," hung about him!
So he sent for a doctor, and cried like a ninny,
"I have lost many pounds-make me well-there's a guinea."
The doctor look'd wise :- "A slow fever," he said;
Prescribed sudorifics-and going to bed.-
"Sudorifics in bed," exclaim'd Will, “are humbugs!
I've enough of them there, without paying for drugs !"
Will kick'd out the doctor;-but, when ill indeed,
E'en dismissing the doctor don't always succeed;
So, calling his host, he said—" Sir, do you know,
I'm the fat Single Gentleman, six months ago?
"Look ye, landlord, I think," argued Will with a grin,
"That with honest intentions you first took me in :
But from the first night—and to say it I'm bold—
I've been so very hot, that I'm sure I've caught cold!"
Quoth the landlord,—“ Till now, I ne'er had a dispute ;
I've let lodgings ten years,-I'm a baker to boot;
In airing your sheets, sir, my wife is no sloven ;
And your bed is immediately-over my oven."
"The oven!!!" says Will.-Says the host, "Why this passion?
In that excellent bed died three people of fashion!
Why so crusty, good sir?"-"Zounds!" cried Will in a taking,
"Who would not be crusty, with half a year's baking?" Cried the host, with a sneer, "Well, I see you've been going away half a year."
"Friend, we can't well agree;-yet no quarrel”—Will said;
"But I'd rather not perish while you make your bread."
Beauty, Wit, and Gold.-Moore.
In her bower a widow dwelt,
At her feet three suitors knelt;
Each adored the widow much,
Each essayed her heart to touch.
One had wit, and one had gold,
And one was cast in beauty's mould.
Guess which was it won the prize-
Purse, or tongue, or handsome eyes ?
First, appeared the handsome man,
Proudly peeping o'er her fan;
Red his lips and white his skin—
Could such beauty fail to win?
Then stepped forth the man of gold,
Cash he counted, coin he told;
Wealth the burden of his tale,
Could such golden projects fail?
Then the man of wit and sense
Wooed her with his eloquence;
Now, she heard him with a sigh:
Now, she blushed, she knew not why;
Then she smiled to hear him speak-
Then a tear was on her cheek!
Beauty, vanish! gold, depart!
Wit has won the widow's heart!
The Jubilee of the Constitution.-J. Q. ADAMS.
THIS is the day of your commemoration:-the day when the Revolution of Independence being completed, the new confederated Republic, announced to the world, as the United States of America-constituted and organized under a government founded on the principles of the Declaration of Independence-was to hold her course along the lapse of time among the civilized nations of the earth.
From this point of departure we have looked back to the origin of the Union; to the conflict of war by which the severance from the mother-country, and the release from the thraldom of a trans-Atlantic monarch, were effected, and to the more arduous and gradual progression by which the new government had been constructed to take the place of that which had been cast off and demolished.
The first object of the people, declared by the Constitution as their motive for its establishment, to form a more perfect Union, had been attained by the establishment of the Constitution itself; but this was yet to be demonstrated by its practical operation in the establishment of justice, in the ensurance of domestic tranquillity, in the provision for the common defence, in the promotion of the general welfare, and in securing the blessings of liberty to the
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