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I SAW THE MOON RISE CLEAR. / 'Why thus in darkness lie ?' whispered I saw the moon rise clear
'Thou, whose gay hours should in sunO'er hills and vales of snow,
shine move. Nor told my tleet reindeer
I ne'er,' said the Dial, 'have seen the The track I wished to go.
warm sun, But quick he bounded forth;
So noonday and midnight to me, Love, For well my reindeer knew
are one.' I've but oue path on earthThe path which leads to you,
Then Love took the Dial away from the
shade, The gloom that winter cast
And placed her where Heaven's beam How soon the heart forgets !
warmly played. When summer brings, at last,
There she reclined, beneath Love's The sun that never sets. So dawned my love for you ;
While, all marked with sunshine, her Thus chasing every pain,
hours flew by. Than summer sun more true,
Oh ! how,' said the Dial, 'can any 'Twill never set again.
fair maid, That's born to be shone upon, rest in
the shade?' JOYS THAT PASS AWAY.
But night now comes on, and the sun. Joys that pass away like this,
beam's o'er, Alas! are purchased dear,
And Love stops to gaze on the Dial no
more. If every beam of bliss Is followed by a tear.
Then cold and neglected, while bleak
rain and winds Fare thee well! oh, fare thee well! Soon, too soon thou'st broke the spell.
Are storming around her, with sorrow
she finds Oh! I ne'er can love again
That Love had but numbered a few The girl whose faithless art Could break so dear a chain,
And left the remainder to darkness and And with it break my heart.
showers Once, when truth was in those eyes,
How beautiful they shone ! But now that lustre flies,
LOVE AND TIME. For truth, alas ! is gone.
'Tis said—but whether true or not Fare thee well! oh, fare thee well!
Let bards declare who've seen 'em How I've loved my hate shall tell. Oh ! how lorn, how lost would prove
That Love and Time have only got Thy wretched victim's fate,
One pair of wings between 'em. If, when deceived in love,
In courtship's first delicious hour,
The boy full oft can spare 'em,
So, loitering in his lady's bower,
gray-beard wear 'em.
Then is Time's hour of play ; LOVE AND THE SUN-DIAL. Oh! how he lies away! YOUNG Love found a Dial once, in a But short the moments, short as bright, dark shade,
When he the wings can borrow ;. Where man ne'er had wandered nor If Time to-day has had his flight, sunbeam played :
Love takes his turn to-morrow.
Ah! Time and Love ! your change is Oh! if to love thee more then
Each hour I nuinber o'erThe saddest and most trying,
If this a passion be When one begins to limp again,
Worthy of thee, And t'other takes to flying.
Then be happy, for thus I adore thee. Then is Love's hour to stray; Charms may wither, but feeling shall Oh! how he flies away!
All the shadow that e'er shall fall o'er But there's a nymph-whose chains I thee, feel,
Love's light summer-cloud sweetly And bless the silken fetter
shall cast. Who knows-the dear one !-how to deal
Rest, dear bosom! no sorrow shall pain With Love and Time much better. thee, So well she checks their wanderings, Sighs of pleasure aloneshalt thou steal; So peacefully she pairs 'em,
Beam, bright eyelid ! no weeping shall That Love with her ne'er thinks of stain thee, wings,
Tears of rapture alone shalt thou feel And Time for ever wears 'em.
Oh! if there be a charm
In love, to banish harm-
If pleasure's truest spell
Be to love well,
Then be happy, for thus I adore thee. LOVE, MY MARY, DWELLS Charms may wither, but feeling shall
last : WITH THEE.
All the shadow that e'er shall fall o'o Love, my Mary, dwells with thee; thee, On thy cheek his ber I see.
Love's light summer-cloud sweetly No-that cheek is pale with care ;
shall cast. Love can find no roses there. 'Tis not on the cheek of rose
LOVE, WANDERING THROUGE Love can find the best repose : In my heart his home thou'lt see ;
THE GOLDEN MAZE. There he lives, and lives for thee.
LOVE, wandering through the golden Love, my Mary, n'er can roam,
Of my beloved's hair, While he makes that eye his home.
Traced every lock with fond delays, No-the eye with sorrow dim Ne'er can be a home for him.
And, doting, lingered there.
And soon he found 'twere vain to fly; Yet, 'tis not in beaming eyes
His heart was close confined, Love for ever warmest lies :
And every curlet was a tieIn my heart bis home thou'lt see;
A chain by beauty twined. There he lives, and lives for thee.
MERRILY EVERY BOSOM LOVE'S LIGHT SUMMER CLOUD.
BOUNDETH. Paix and sorrow shall vanish before us
THE TYROLESE SONG OF LIBERTY. Youth may wither, but feeling will
MERRILY every bosom boundeth, All the shadow that e'er shall fallo'er us, Merrily, oh! merrily, oh! Love's light summer-cloud sweetly Where the song of Freedom soundeth. sball cast.
Merrily, oh! merrily, ob !
Oft, too, the Corn grows animate, So, on they went, a prosperous crew,
And a whole crop of heads appears, The people wise, the rulers clever, Like Papists, bearding Church and And God help those, like me and State
you, Themselves together by the ears ! Who dared to doubt (as some now
do) While, leaders of the wheat, a row That the Periwinkle Revenue
Of Poppies, gaudily declaiming, Would thus go flourishing on for Like Counsellor O'Bric and Co., Stand forth, somniferously flaming!
"Hurra! hurra !' I heard them say, In short, their torments never cease ;
And oft I wish myself transferred off And they cheered and shouted all the To some far, lonely land of peace,
way, Where Corn or Papists ne'er were
As the Great Panurge in glory went
his own dear Parliament. heard of. Oh waft me, Parry, to the Pole ; But folks at length began to doubt
For-if my fate is to be chosen What all this conjuring was about ; 'Twixt bores and icebergs—on my soul, For, every day, more deep in debt I'd rather, of the two, be frozen! They saw their wealthy rulers get :
Let's look (said they) the items
And see if what we're told be true
Of our Periwinkle Revenue.'
But, lord, they found there wasn't a
tittle A SALMAG UNDIAN HYMN.
Of truth in aught they heard before; *To Panurge was assigned the Lairdship of For they gained by Periwinkles little, Salmagundi, which was yearly worth 6,789,106,789
And lost by Locusts ten times more ! ryals, besides the revenue of the Locusts and Pe. riwinkles, amounting one year with another to Tbese Locusts are a lordly breed the value of 2,425,768,' etc. etc.- Rabelais. Some Salmagundians love to feed. * HURRA! Hurra!' I heard them say,
Of all the beasts that ever were born, And they cheered and shouted all the Your Locust most delights in corn;
And though his body be but small, way,
To fatten him takes the devil and all ! As the Laird of Salmagundi went To open in state his Parliament.
Nor this the worst, for, direr still, The Salmagundians once were rich, Alack, alack, and well-a-day ! Or thought they were -- no matter Their Periwinkles-once the stay which
And prop of the Salmagundian till For, every year, the Revenue?
For want of feeding, all fell ill ! From their periwinkles larger grew; And still, as they thinned and died And their rulers, skilled in all the trick,
away, And legerdemain of arithmetic, The Locusts, ay, and the Locusts' Bill, Knew how to place 1, 2, 3, 4,
Grew fatter and fatter every day! 5, 6, 7, 8, and 9 and 10, Such various ways, behind, before, • Oh fie! oh fie!' was now the cry, That they made a unit seem a score, As they saw the gaudy show go by, And proved themselves most wealthy And the Laird of Salmagundi weut men !
To open his Locust Parliament !
Accented as in Swift's line
*Not so a nation's revenues are paid.'
A CASE OF LIBEL.
The press, the impartial press, that snubs
Alike a fiend's or an angel's capersA CERTAIN old Sprite, who dwells Miss Paton's soon as Beelzebub's— below
Fired off a squib in the morning ('Twere a libel, perhaps, to mention
We warn good men to keep aloof
With a fire-proof wig and a cloven hoof, So well he looked, and dressed, and Through a neat cut Hoby smoking talked,
Who piques himself on his well-bred
You may guess, when o'er these lines
How much they hurt and shocked
Away he posts to a man of law,
As paw shook hand, and hand shook
great wonder -
Straight an indictment was preferred
And much the Devil enjoyed the jest. To keep the sulphurous hogo under.
When, looking among the judges, he
heard And so my gentleman hoofed about,
That, of all the batch, his own was
In vain Defendant proffered proof
Brought Hoby forth to swear to the At night he was seen with Crock- hoof, ford's crew;
And Stultz to speak to the tail of the
The Jury--saints, all snug and rich,
And readers of virtuous Sunday Wue.
papers Some wished to make him an M.P.;
Found for the Plaintiff ; on hearing
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 At length, as secrets travel fast,
That the greater the truth, the worst
WANTED—Authors of all-work, to job for the season,
No matter which party, so faithful to neither :-
Can manage, like to do without either.
Your gaol is for travellers a charming retreat;
And sail round the world, at their ease, in the Fleet.
They may study high life in the King's Bench community :
And of place they're at least taught to stick to the unity.
To have good ‘Reminiscences' (threescore, or higher),
And the spelling and grammar both found by the buyer.
So they'll only remember the quantum desired ;-
Price twenty-four shillings, is all that's required.
Like Reynolds, may boast of each mountebank frolic,
That gingerbread cakes always give them the colic.
As your Autobiographers--fortunate elves,
Without having ever been heard of themselves !
By Farmers' and 'Landholders'-(gemmen, whose lands
Or whose share of the soil may be seen on their hands).
Sure of a market-should they, too, who pen 'em,
Something extra allowed for the additional venom.
All excellent subjects for turniug a penny;
For attaining, at last, the least knowledge of any. 1 This lady, in her Memoirs, also favours us with her; always desiring that the pills should prith the address of those apothecaries who have
be ordered 'comme pour elle.'
? A gentleman who distinguished himself by from time to time given her pills that agreed his evidence before the Irish Committees.