NUGAE OXONIENSES.

‘ Tis evening. See with its resorting throng

Rude Carfax teems, and waistcoats, visited

With too-familiar elbow, swell the curse

Vortiginous. The boating man returns,

His rawness growing with experience —

Strange union! and directs the optic glass

Not unresponsive to Jemima's charms,

Who wheels obdurate, in his mimic chaise

Perambulant, the child. The gouty cit,

Asthmatical, with elevated cane

Pursues the unregarding tram, as one

Who, having heard a hurdy-gurdy, girds

His loins and hunts the hurdy-gurdy-man,

Blaspheming. Now the clangorous bell proclaims

The Times or Chronicle, and Rauca screams

The latest horrid murder in the ear

Of nervous dons expectant of the urn

And mild domestic muffin.

To the Parks

Drags the slow Ladies’ School, consuming time

In passing given points. Here glow the lamps,

And tea-spoons clatter to the cosy hum

Of scientific circles. Here resounds

The football-field with its discordant train,

The crowd that cheers but not discriminates,

As ever into touch the ball returns

And shrieks the whistle, while the game proceeds

With fine irregularity well worth

The paltry shilling.—

Draw the curtains close

While I resume the night-cap dear to all

Familiar with my illustrated works.