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        The Queer Little Man.

A queer little man, very " how came you so,"
Went home on a dingy night;
It was past twelve o'clock—he'd a long way to go,
And he walked like a crab left and light.
At the corner of a lane, quite a lonely retreat,
He saw something tall, and as white as a sheet;
He shook and he shivered,
His teeth chattered and lips quivered ;
And with fear, as well as fuddling, he staggered to and
fro,
This queer little man, who'd a long way to go.

This queer little man then he fell on his knees,
With fright you'd suppose half dead ;
And as on it he looked it o'ertopped the trees,
And had two saucer-eyes in its head :
When a very death-like voice said, in a very drear tone,
" With me you must go, for your grave's nearly done :"
He shook and he shivered
His teeth chattered and lips quivered:
When he cried, " O, good hobgoblin, I pray you mercy
show
A queer little man who's a long way to go."

This queer little man, he fell fiat as a flail,
A great explosion heard he,
And jumped up in a crack—for a cracker at his tail
Set him capering just like a parched pea.
From around the goblin's head buret some long streams
of fire,
And the cracker once spent left him sprawling in the
mire.
Some wags ('twas a whacker)
Thus with turnip, squib, and cracker,
Cured, through fear, of all his fuddling, completely,
you must know.
This queer little man who'd a long way to go.

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        Stay a Little Longer.

I'm a comical little old boy,
Aye! and all sorts of comical things
At my comical shop you'll enjoy,             
If you'll be on the side of the ins—
My out, as you plainly may see,
Independency has for it's flag,
But the ins are best of friends to me,
For I always come in for the rag.
SPOKEN.] Why, you know, when a man is in a good
place, he's not very well pleased with the thoughts of
leaving it, and always is inclined to say as I do to my
customers,

Stay a little longer—
Can't you stay a little longer ?

Let famed Pidcock and Brookers loudly cry
Up their snakes, and their lioness bawl,
I must tell you it is all my eye,—
For mine, here, is the shop after all.
My collection for nothing you see,
What you call for, 'tis only you pay,
And I'm sure, all that once visit me,
Why, well-pleased, they go laughing away.
SPOKEN.] NOW, though I'm naturally a very merry
tittle fellow, that's the only time that I don't feel in-
clined to laugh at all; for I always like my customers,
To stay a little longer—
Can't you stay a little longer ?

If your ears by a dun are assailed,
Why, you wish him still longer to stay;
And if once you should chance to be nailed,
Then you're longer before you can pay.
If you're over a bottle—to part
Is a thing that goes much 'gainst the grain;
And the dear little girl of your heart
Not to stay with, would madden your brain.
Spoken.] Then of course you go to the old story—
never mind your stupid old mother, my dear, if you
are a little too late, it wo'nt matter for once ; come,
do now

Stay a little longer—
Can't you stay a little longer ?

Printed and Sold by G. Walker, Jun., Durham.

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