"The army surgeons made him limbs." POEMS OF WIT AND HUMOR. FAITHLESS NELLY GRAY. BEN BATTLE was a soldier bold, And used to war's alarms; Now as they bore him off the field, And the Forty-second Foot." The army surgeons made him limbs: Now Ben he loved a pretty maid, And when she saw his wooden legs, "O Nelly Gray! O Nelly Gray! Is this your love so warm? Said she, "I loved a soldier once, With both legs in the grave. "Before you had those timber toes But then, you know, you stand upon "O Nelly Gray! O Nelly Gray! Robin Hood shot passing well, From ten o' th' clock that very day Till four i' th' afternoon. "A boon, a boon, thou Curtall Friar; Give me leave to set my horn to my mouth, "That will I do," said the Curtall Friar; Robin Hood set his horn to his mouth, Half a hundred yeomen, with bows bent, "Whose men are these?" said the friar; "A boon, a boon," said the Curtall Friar, Give me leave to set my fist to my mouth, "That will I do," said Robin Hood, Would make me glad and fain.” The friar set his fist to his mouth, "Here is for every man a dog, And I myself for thee." "Nay, by my faith," said Robin Hood, "Friar, that may not be." W WIT THE FLAVOUR OF THE MIND. ANONYMOUS. HEN wit is combined with sense and information; when it is softened by beneve lence and restrained by principle; when it is in the hands of a man who can use it and despise it who can be witty and something more than witty-who loves honour, justice, decency, good-nature, morality, and religion ten thousand times better than wit |