XXV111 MISCELLANEOUS VERSES. 



Your neck- vein knows no equal, your bone is neat and light ; 

 Your horns are sweet and waxy, your eye is soft and bright : 

 It still will look its love for me : let Steers and Devons die 

 No Christmas knife will touch the throat of Beauty's Butterfly. 



My Butterflies in summer bloom, and neath the winter's blast ; 

 You've won the two gold medals, and railroad toils are past : 

 For years, mid happy pastures, You'll own your JOSEPH nigh, 

 And plant soft kisses on his cheek, my Beauty's Butterfly ! 



Punch. 



"VICTORIA'S" FAREWELL TO HER 

 HERDSMAN, 1858. 



AFTER PRAED. 



I remember, I remember, how my calf-hood fleeted by, 



The milk of its December, and the grass of its July ; 



'Neath the cow, Joe, 'neath the cow, Joe, then I sucked away all care, 



But my feelings are not now, Joe, what my buoyant calf-hood's were. 



Then the hours, then the hours, came winged with victory 

 Chelmsford and Sarum flowers formed coronals for me. 

 Your oilcake, Joe, your oilcake, Joe, brought this suet and sleek hair, 

 But I quake, Joe, but I quake, Joe, for the butcher's in his lair. 



I was merry, I was merry, when the " Herd Book" lovers came ; 

 When they drank my health in sherry, as one worthy of my name. 

 Since we part, Joe, since we part, Joe, here's a keepsake for your care ; 

 Near your heart, Joe, near your heart, Joe, this, my last prize medal 

 wear. 



Mark Lane Express. 



YE CANTERBURY PILGRIMS OF 1860. 



To Canterbury's festival 



From Southwerk's Tabard poured, 

 No widow of three husbands, 



No miller, friar, or lord, 

 No Knight of Alexandria, 



No clerke of Oxenforde. 



