My little jokes I crack;
The parlour-maid with mirth is bowed--
Oh, bring my Butler back!

Yes! bring that paragon to me--
'Tis true he drank my wine;
But, as I found it disagree,
I don't so much repine:
'Tis true we missed a little plate
When _he_ gave _us_ the sack.
But "all things come to them that wait"--
Oh, bring my Butler back!

That gorgeous grace, that smile severe,
That look of Lords and Barts,
These are the charms that most endear
His image to our hearts.
The standard of my broken life
With him has gone to rack,
And, if it were not for my wife,
I'd bring my Butler back!

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FINE, OR REFINE?

[An Educational Journal recently suggested the formation of
a "Guild of Courtesy," with especial view to refining the
manners and language of the youth of the working classes.]