"Me off, indeed! Oh, would yer? Sh'like to see the feller try!"
_Burleybumbo_ then appeared, and vainly tried to drag him back.
JOHN stove his pasteboard head in with a most refreshing crack.
The wicked Demon now rushed on; his supernatural might
Was very little use to him on this surprising night.
He tried to push him down the glade, but here again JOHN sold him;
He caught the Demon round the waist, and at the Prompter bowled him.
Ah! such a shindy ne'er was seen, such riot and such rage--
It was the finest "rally" ever seen on any stage!
'Mid shrieks and cat-calls, whistles shrill, hysterics and guffaws,
They rang the Curtain down amidst uproarious applause.
The piece is still a great success; but, I regret to say,
JOHN's name appears no longer in the bills of that fine play!

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NOT INSIDE OUT.

Fair Maiden, you're looking a vision of beauty,
You may comfort yourself you've no rival to fear;
But you won't take it ill if I feel it my duty
To whisper a word of advice in your ear.

Now, the word would be this--when the daylight is dawning,
Or, at any rate, when it's more early than late,
Pray remember the coachman, who, fitfully yawning
Outside in the street, finds it weary to wait.

You reck not at all of the hours that are fleeting,
You ask for an "extra"--you can't be denied.