XXX MISCELLANEOUS VERSES. 



See near them the mottle-faced beef machines, 



From Hereford pastures sent. 

 Shorthorns may boast of their pedigree 



t( These gentlemen pay the rent :" 

 But where, Oh ! where are the champion beasts 



Of too self-satisfied Kent? 



Here, too, are the plums of " the juicy red line," 

 From Quartly's and Turner's store ; 



Lancashire rules supreme with its white, 

 And Suffolk with its black boar ; 



And chesnuts from Cretingham Rookery go, 

 As in olden time, to the fore. 



As pure in descent as a Booth or a Bates, 



Stood Sanday's Leicester array ; 

 Shropshire is proud of its Patentee ; 



And eighteen strong to the fray 

 Marched Jonas Webb with his Southdown tups, 



And Eichmond can't bid him Nay. 



And the lesson these Royal pilgrims teach, 



Is, " Put some life in your shire," 

 As batsmen and hoppers, you've scored right well 



But Romney Marsh should aspire ; 

 Just hew up for faggots your turn- wrest ploughs, 



And brighten your " Kentish fire." 



Punch. 



A DOMESTIC RECEIPT 



BY AN UNTIDY HUSBAND. 



(" When lovely woman," ^c.) 



When wretched man drops ink or tallow, 

 And finds too late what wives will say ; 



What arts the wicked deed can hallow 

 What coaxings wipe his guilt away ? 



The only way his crime to cover, 



To hide his shame from children's eye, 



Is not to try and come the lover, 

 But stable-wards at once to fly. 



