VITA ND II UMlOR.

g Trus Hulno4 generally looks serious while every
body laughs about him; False Humor y always laugh
ing, whilst every body about him looks serious.
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~True Hwnor goperally looks serious, while ever,
body laughs about him; False Humor is always laugh
ing, whilst every body about him looks serious


THE GAMES OF LIFE.
The little Miss at three years old,


Plays with her doll and prattles;
The little Master stout and bold,
Plays with his drum and rattles
The Boy detesting mussy books,


Loves rcmping with the lasses,
And Miss grows older, studies looks,
And plays with looking glasses.
The Beauty, full Of naughty airs,
When young, plays at tormenting;
Butwrinkled, turned to other cares,
And sports at last repenting.
Wretchad from self.created woe,


The Miser's game is boarding..
But wrinkled, turned to other cares,
The Sailor plays at boarding.
The Lawyer plays his game SO well
As gets him many greeting;
The Auctioneer with things to sell,
The Glutton plays at eating.
To play at dosing, Doctors know,
A lengthy case is cheering;
And those who would to Congress go,
Play at electioneering.
With ledger busted Merchants take
A game at calculation;
And Congressman too often make


A plaything Of the nation.
Byspeaking much and doing naught,
BY busting, threatening, raving,
Congress the nation have not taught
That they have played at saving.
With looks! profound, and thoughtful mind,
Projectors play at scheming,
Till worn with care, at last they find,
They've all along been dreaming.





The Lover sad, and woeful wan,
Plays day and night at fretting;
Whilst laughing at the silly man, a
His Della sports coquetting.
Cowards whilst none but towards nigh,
Are fond of gasconading;
And Statesmen fawn, and cringe, and lie,
And play at masquerading.
AT setting types the Printers play,


And sometimes with their quills;
Their Patrons do not play they say,
At paying off their bills.
The Player plays for wealth and fame,
And thus all play together,
Till Death at last disturbs the game,
And stops their play forever.


ArFEcTATIoN.--ssMa Mamma! - exclaimed
beautiful girl, who had suffered affectatio
to obscure the little intellect she possesse
s'what is that long green thing lying o
the dish before you?"


IA cucumber, my beloved Georgiana,
replied the mamma, with bland smile o
appreciation at her darling's commendabl
Curiosity


"a cucumber! gracious goodness, my
dear mamma, how very extraordinary it is
always imagined, until this moment, tina
they grew in sliceso