KIDD'S LONDON JOURNAL. 



09 



enses could satisfy — a strong proof that the 

 admiration of the fairer half of creation pre- 

 vailed as generally then as it does now. The 

 fellow won his wager, of course ! 



We subjoin three of the Valentines fur- 

 nished by him ; the first to a fox-hunter, who 

 could tell you that his name was Ned Follow- 

 fox, but no further ; any caligraphical an- 

 nouncement of the same 'twas his fancy to 

 crush into the familiar mark X ; which, in 

 conformity with his dying wishes, remains 

 upon his tomb to this day. 



The other was supplied to a servant of 

 Majesty, then recognised as a vagabond by 

 the representatives of the people; and the 

 third to a light that dawned in the depths of 

 the county Connaught, and, it seems, piqued 

 himself on the possession of a sweet voice ; 

 for we learn that he first sang, and then had 

 the commodity conveyed to his charmer. 

 We place them in mathematical rotation : — 



No. 1. 



Dear Ma'am ! — This comes, or rather is 

 carried by my groom " Cock Robin," an in- 

 valuable fellow and always at your la' ship's 

 service — from a heart which turns as nat'- 

 rally to you as a horse to his manger. If it 

 finds you " in a moment of sweet and swiftly- 

 excited sympathy," I shall consider myself, 

 saving your la'ship's presence, as a devilish 

 fortunate fellow, and promise you I shall 

 sing"out, " To her, boy, to her ! hark for'ard, 

 Tantivy !" If, unluckily, it fall directly the 

 reverse, I shall, very nat'rally, come to a 

 contrary conclusion, and cry back, like a pig 

 from a lime-kiln. But " my hopes of the 

 former overruling my fears of the latter," 

 I am, Ma'am ! 

 (Take me whensoever, or 



whichsoever way you will) 



Your faithful Valentine, 

 X * 



No. 2. 



Superabundant Selina ! ! ! — I am like a 

 ship at sea, " her rigging rent and terribly 

 diving down the depths," I sigh for thee and 

 forget myself ! There lies my razor — I dare 

 not use it ! Sanguine, Selina, the conse- 

 quences might be ! — " this feeble hand so 

 feebly writing were all too weak to curb its 

 thirst for blood* blood, my girl, ha ! ha I" 

 Yet in death I'd be thine — my last desire 

 would be " to ebb out life on thy dear 

 bosom," with " my gashed and gory throat 

 pouring out its purple pool — hist !" 



But I willingly turn from such an efferves- 

 cence, and lead my '^truant terrible thoughts 

 to thee." Oh, how 1 long for thee !— the 

 foodless child is less uneasy for its mother 

 than I, my love, for thee ! 



I have no more to add, " k words are weak f 

 I quit them for poetry — 



Selina, you're 



My love, I'm sure. 

 And when that you I do resign, 



May ev'ry one 



That knows how far we've gone, 

 Declare I'm not your faithful Valentine ! 



Theodore Who? 



No. 3. 

 The morning's a-coming, 



Sweet Miss Donohoo', 

 And, under your windy, 



I'm straining for you ; 

 So hurry and hark 



To my beautiful lay, 

 Or the cowld will so nip me, 



I must go away. 



'Tis said by the poet — ] 



A son of a fool ! 

 That " true love can niver 



Grow stale or grow cool;" 

 But, if he'd a-been a- waiting, 



Like me, all night long, 

 I'm thinking he'd alter 



That bit of his song. 



Sweet Norah ! dear Norah ! 



Ah Norah ! I cry — 

 Oh Norah ! now Norah, 



Arrah, why don't you reply? 

 Och ! the marciless cratur 



Don't hear what I say, 

 So now, by the powers ! 



I'll jist go away. 



We think the poor shivering wretch did 

 " jist " right ! 



v Let us, before quitting a topic on which 

 we shall be prevented touching again, 

 answer in this place a Query put to us as 

 London Journalists, by a Correspondent. 

 He asks us — " What is a Wife's proper posi- 

 tion in her Husband's house ?" and he feels 

 sore that he should be altogether " debarred 

 from other female society, because he is 



MARRIED." 



" Tut ! tut !" We smell jealousy here, — 

 an ugly, hideous word, which we are laboring 

 hard to expunge from our Modern Dic- 

 tionaries. We have already got rid of the 

 word " Impossibility." We acknowledge 

 our projected task will be Herculean; for 

 the enemy to be destroyed, like the Hydra of 

 Diodorus, has so many heads ! However, 

 our pen shall never slumber. But to the 

 point. 



Let our Correspondent " E. W.," and every 

 other benedict, regard his cava sposa as the 

 Morning, the Day,* and the Evening 

 Star — the whole three united. 'Tis her 

 honorable due, and let it be affectionately 

 rendered. St. Valentine recognises no 

 neglect in this matter. So, young people, 



BE TIMELY WARNED. 



* The Meridian Sun. 



