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I SAW THE MOON RISE CLEAR.
I SAW the moon rise clear
O'er hills and vales of snow,
For well my reindeer knew
The gloom that winter cast
How soon the heart forgets!
JOYS THAT PASS AWAY.
Joys that pass away like this,
Is followed by a tear.
The girl whose faithless art
And with it break my heart.
Once, when truth was in those eyes,
For truth, alas! is gone.
LOVE AND THE SUN-DIAL.
YOUNG Love found a Dial once, in a dark shade,
Where man ne'er had wandered nor sunbeam played:
'TIS said-but whether true or not Let bards declare who've seen 'emThat Love and Time have only got
One pair of wings between 'em.
But short the moments, short as bright,
Love takes his turn to-morrow.
The saddest and most trying,
Then is Love's hour to stray;
But there's a nymph-whose chains I feel,
And bless the silken fetterWho knows-the dear one !-how to deal
With Love and Time much better.
And Time for ever wears 'em.
LOVE, MY MARY, DWELLS
LOVE, my Mary, dwells with thee;
Love, my Mary, n'er can roam,
LOVE'S LIGHT SUMMER CLOUD. PAIN and sorrow shall vanish before usYouth may wither, but feeling will last;
All the shadow that e'er shall fall o'er us, Love's light summer-cloud sweetly shall cast.
Oh! if to love thee more Each hour I number o'erIf this a passion be Worthy of thee,
Then be happy, for thus I adore thee. Charms may wither, but feeling shall last:
All the shadow that e'er shall fall o'er thee,
Love's light summer-cloud sweetly shall cast.
Rest, dear bosom! no sorrow shall pain thee,
Sighs of pleasure alone shalt thou steal; Beam, bright eyelid ! no weeping shall stain thee,
Tears of rapture alone shalt thou feel
Oh! if there be a charm
In love, to banish harm-
Then be happy, for thus I adore thee.
All the shadow that e'er shall fall o'e thee,
Love's light summer-cloud sweetly shall cast.
LOVE, WANDERING THROUGH
Of my beloved's hair, Traced every lock with fond delays, And, doting, lingered there. And soon he found 'twere vain to fly; His heart was close confined, And every curlet was a tieA chain by beauty twined.
MERRILY EVERY BOSOM
THE TYROLESE SONG OF LIBERTY.
MERRILY every bosom boundeth,
As the Laird of Salmagundi went
The Salmagundians once were rich,
For, every year, the Revenue1
From their periwinkles larger grew;
5, 6, 7, 8, and 9 and 10,
As the Great Panurge in glory went
But folks at length began to doubt
And see if what we're told be true
But, lord, they found there wasn't a tittle
Of truth in aught they heard before; For they gained by Periwinkles little,
And lost by Locusts ten times more! These Locusts are a lordly breed Some Salmagundians love to feed. Of all the beasts that ever were born, Your Locust most delights in corn; And though his body be but small, To fatten him takes the devil and all!
Nor this the worst, for, direr still, Alack, alack, and well-a-day! Their Periwinkles-once the stay And prop of the Salmagundian till— For want of feeding, all fell ill !
And still, as they thinned and died away,
The Locusts, ay, and the Locusts' Bill,
'Oh fie! oh fie!' was now the cry,
Accented as in Swift's line'Not so a nation's revenues are paid.'
(Twere a libel, perhaps, to mention where),
Came up incog., some winters ago,
To try, for a change, the London air.
So well he looked, and dressed, and talked,
And hid his tail and his horns so handy, You'd hardly have known him, as he walked,
From ---, or any other Dandy.
(N.B.-His horns, they say, unscrew; So he has but to take them out of the socket,
And-just as some fine husbands do— Conveniently clap them into his pocket.)
In short, he looked extremely natty, And even contrived to his own great wonder
By dint of sundry scents from Gattie, To keep the sulphurous hogo under.
And so my gentleman hoofed about,
Unknown to all but a chosen few At White's and Crockford's, where, no doubt,
He had many post-obits falling due.
Alike a gamester and a wit,
At night he was seen with Crockford's crew;
At morn with learned dames would sit
So passed his time 'twixt black and blue.
Some wished to make him an M.P.;
But, finding W-lks was also one, he Was heard to say 'he'd be d-d if he Would ever sit in one house with Johnny.'
At length, as secrets travel fast, And devils, whether he or she, Are sure to be found out at last,
The affair got wind most rapidly.
The press, the impartial press, that snubs Alike a fiend's or an angel's capersMiss Paton's soon as Beelzebub's—
Fired off a squib in the morning papers:
'We warn good men to keep aloof
From a grim old Dandy, seen about With a fire-proof wig and a cloven hoof, Through a neat cut Hoby smoking
Now, the Devil being a gentleman,
Who piques himself on his well-bred dealings,
You may guess, when o'er these lines he ran,
How much they hurt and shocked his feelings
Away he posts to a man of law,
And oh, 'twould make you laugh
to 've seen 'em,
As paw shook hand, and hand shook paw,
And 'twas 'Hail, good fellow, wel' met,' between 'em.
Straight an indictment was preferred
That, of all the batch, his own was
In vain Defendant proffered proof
That Plaintiff's self was the Father of Evil
Brought Hoby forth to swear to the hoof,
And Stultz to speak to the tail of the Devil.
The Jury-saints, all snug and rich, And readers of virtuous Sunday papers
Found for the Plaintiff; on hearing which
The Devil gave one of his loftiest
For oh, it was nuts to the father of lies (As this wily fiend is named in the Bible),
To find it settled by laws so wise, That the greater the truth, the worse the libel!
WANTED-Authors of all-work, to job for the season,
If in gaol, all the better for out-o'-door topics;
For Dramatists, too, the most useful of schools
They may study high life in the King's Bench community :
And of place they're at least taught to stick to the unity.
Any lady or gentleman come to an age
To have good 'Reminiscences' (threescore, or higher),
Price twenty-four shillings, is all that's required.
That gingerbread cakes always give them the colic.
Wanted, also, a new stock of Pamphlets on Corn,
By Farmers' and 'Landholders'-(gemmen, whose lands
Or whose share of the soil may be seen on their hands).
No-Popery Sermons, in ever so dull a vein,
Sure of a market;-should they, too, who pen 'em,
Funds, Physic, Corn, Poetry, Boxing, Romance,
1 This lady, in her Memoirs, also favours us with the address of those apothecaries who have from time to time given her pills that agreed
with her; always desiring that the pills should be ordered comme pour elle.'
2 A gentleman who distinguished himself by his evidence before the Irish Committees.