Part 4 — A SERENADE. PUNCH.

Smile, lady, smile! (BLESS ME! WHAT'S THAT? CONFOUND THE CAT!)— Smile, lady, smile! One glance bestow On him who sadly waits below, To catch—(A VILLAIN UP ABOVE HAS THROWN SOME WATER ON ME, LOVE!) To catch one token— (OH, LORD! MY HEAD IS BROKEN; THE WRETCH WHO THREW THE WATER DOWN, HAS DROPPED THE JUG UPON MY CROWN)— To catch one token, which shall be As dear as life itself to me. List, lady, then; while on my lute I breathe soft—(NO! I'LL NOT BE QUIET; HOW DARE YOU CALL MY SERENADE A RIOT? I DO DEFY YOU)—while upon my lute I breathe soft sighs—(YES, I DISPUTE YOUR RIGHT TO STOP ME)—breathe soft sighs. Grant but one look from those dear eyes— (THERE, TAKE THAT STUPID NODDLE IN AGAIN; CALL THE POLICE!—DO! I'LL PROLONG MY STRAIN), We'll wander by the river's placid flow— (UNTO THE STATION-HOUSE!—NO, SIR, I WON'T GO; LEAVE ME ALONE!)—and talk of love's delight. (OH, MURDER!—HELP! I'M LOCKED UP FOR THE NIGHT!)

RAILROAD NURSERY RHYME. PUNCH. Air—"Ride a Cock Horse."

Fly by steam force the country across, Faster than jockey outside a race-horse: With time bills mismanaged, fast trains after slow, You shall have danger wherever you go.