He cried, "I am a stupid elf, But I'll end my cares, and hang myself;" (Spoken.)-And there little Johnny Bell hung dangling along with the great Tom Bell, and all the rest of the bells, to the tune of Ding dong, &c. The ringers came, who rang so well, For mutton and trimmings," they said; (Spoken. We pay no toll! said they, although we toll for pay; but, however, as Johnny Bell was a man of mettle, and a sound fellow, we'll give him a round gratis, to make all square, to the tune of- Ding dong, &c They cut him down, and quickly found His mortuum rope, 'tis true, was cut, Not so his vital thread; "Why did you do this act so dread?" They one and all did cry, Poor Johnny star'd at them, and said, (Spoken.)—"I know," said he, "good JUDGES try before they hang, but there's an exception with bells, for they must be hung before they're tried, or, else, how can the folks tell if they'll ring to the tune of Ding dong, &c. While Johnny Bell was hung 'tis true, The steeple high to deck, Mistress Bell was hanging too, Round Major George's neck; Johnny caught them both, and, to enrage her, He thump'd the Major's nob, For Johnny Bell he lov'd no Major, (Spoken. After this action against his person, which pu the Major very much in the Minor by proving Johnry a Bell that would strike in time, another was brought against his purse, whereby Johnny recovered sufficient DAMAGES to pay all DAMAGE, and cried, " since my wife and I can no more get at it ding dong, egad! the Bells shall," so he set them a ringing to the tune of- Ding dong, &c. This Mrs. Bell's soft heart soon broke, And wonderful, but true, When death her vital current stopp'd, Her clapper it stopp'd too; So I'll get another, whose tongue shall not (Spoken,)-He was a long time unsuccessful, but at length he found a dumb lady, who chimed in so well with him, that he gave her a ring in church, crying, "This is the best change ever made," for a DUMB BELL is a pleasant thing to exercise ones self upon, it opens the chest, expands the muscles, and makes a man sing to the tune of Ding dong, &c. BETSY BAKER. Trip across the Alleghany Mountains to New-Orleans, with Betsy Baker. BY MR. G. DIXSON. My sweet-heart is a wonder quite, Her name you've heard before to-night, Or else I do mistake her. Others may be great and good, On land, on sea, or lake, sir, We started off for New-Orleans, Of course the bad coachmaker! The ice ran down the Ohio, Tho' steamboat was a shaker, At last arrived at Louisville, I fearful was that they might gouge Down Mississippi we did way, The moon in her first quarter, Had scarcely any clothes at all, At last arrived at New-Orleans, Says I-I will he damned if you Shall touch my Betsy Baker. I went into a masquerade To see the pretty souls, sirs, Think they're called creoles, sirs, ODE WRITTEN FOR THE CELEBRATION OF THE FRENCH REVOLUTION, IN THE CITY OF NEW-YORK, NOV. 25 1830. BY SAMUEL WOODWORTH, PRINTER TUNE Marseilles Hymn. I. O'er regal domes, renown'd in story, CHORUS. Then swell the choral strain, To hail the blest decree; Rejoice! Rejoice! the PRESS shall reign, II. All hail, renown'd chivalric nation! Then swell the choral, &c. The day which saw the sceptre shiver'd Then swell the choral, &c. IV. Thy chartered rights, with lawless daring. The people's voice, the voice of God! Then swell the choral, &c. V. Thy gallant band of youthful heroes, The vengeance due to crimes like theirs. Too late they see their fatal error Their hireling guards by thousands fall- And despots fly the scene in terror! Then swell the choral & |