Then Brown weighed out the crackers, gave him a drink of rum, and told him if he would take them as a present and quit he would confer a favour. And he did. After emptying the crackers in his pockets, and smacking his lips over the rum, he went to the door, and as he opened it said,—
“Good-bye. But if you ever really do want a leg, Old Reliable is ready for you; it’s yours. I consider that you’ve got a mortgage on it, and you kin foreclose at any time. I dedicate this leg to you. My will shall mention it; and if you don’t need it when I die, I’m going to have it put in the savings bank to draw interest until you check it out.”
THE ENCHANTED SHIRT.
BY COLONEL JOHN HAY.
King was sick. His cheek was red,
And his eye was clear and bright;
He ate and drank with a kingly zest,
And peacefully snored at night.
he said he was sick, and a king should know,
And doctors came by the score,
They did not cure him. He cut off their heads,
And sent to the schools for more.
last two famous doctors came,
And one was as poor as a rat,—
He had passed his life in studious toil,
And never found time to grow fat.
other had never looked in a book;
His patients gave him no trouble:
If they recovered they paid him well;
If they died their heirs paid double.
they looked at the royal tongue,
As the King on his couch reclined;
In succession they thumped his august chest,
But no trace of disease could find.
old sage said, “You’re as sound as a nut.”
“Hang him up,” roared the King in a gale—
In a ten-knot gale of royal rage;
The other leech grew a shade pale;