To be sure, and it a'n't a sweet consort to love, And floats the fond heart like a ship in the deep. Then, joy, never think, But drink, honey, drink, Till ill-humour's dead drunk, and suspicion asleep. AS PEACEFUL AS AN INFANT'S SLEEP. (Sullivan.) As peaceful as an infant's sleep, The ocean's glassy surface lies; Save the light zephyrs' gentle sighs. This holy rest our bosoms prove, Till roused by passion's witching numbers; Thus sleep our hearts till waked by love, As calm and waveless as their slumbers: They rave as wildly as the ocean Air-" Oh! my Kitten, my Kitten.- (Cross.) JUST going to set up in trade, I'd customers wish to make many, And hope they my charge wo'n't degrade, But three halfpence prefer to a penny. Though don't let me risk your applause; For when about price people bicker, I votes for three halfpence-because, You'll own it, the penny turns quicker. Fal lal, &c. When first I nose took in hand, An ague it seemed as if wrapped in, You'll own now, that wasn't the barber. If the cause of his anger you seek, I near to the bone cut my finger. The best may mistake, we all knows, The friends I salute by the nose, Sha'n't call me a fool of a shaver: Then pray grant me custom galore, And likewise as good price as any, Because, as I told you before, Come! no eye, intrusive glancing, Threads the gloom of the beechen brake. Come! the wanton breezes woo thee; Come! the coy wave ripples to thee; Joyless visions-tasteless slumbersLeave to hearts that care encumbers; Souls like ours for bliss were madeLove delights in the twilight shade. Now, farewell! in the gush of the fountain The virgin blush of Aurora glows; Now, farewell! see, the dew-wreathed mountain Invites thee away to the downy repose. Dream away the day's young noon-beamsWake to bathe in eve's bright moon-beams; Their joyless visions-tasteless slumbersLeave to hearts that care encumbers; Souls like ours for bliss were made, Love delights in the twilight shade. IN VINO VERITAS. COME, let the bottle go round, A plague of dull fellows that think! In our wine will such virtues be found, Would you wish to drive misery and care from life's portal, Take a trip up to Heaven and be dubbed an immortal? You have nothing to do but to drink. Those who try in the lottery their fortunes to mena, To change money for blanks, all they can rap and rend; Who gamble at starting, ten thousand to one, Rich as Croesus at day, and to-morrow undone. By advertisements gulled, who their pockets turn hurled On the foes of your country all over the world; As your country's true interest in clusters who cling, And fill every glass to the brink! In our wine will such virtue be found, In the fall of the Dutch would ye gloriously revel, Beat the Spaniards, and kick all the French to the devil, You have nothing to do but to drink. Who are only despised by the honourable fair. And f. every glass to the brink, LOVE DELIGHTS IN THE TWILIGHT With their sweet-scented persons are all of them SHADE. (J. M. Bartlett.) COME! the moon-beams, lightly dancing, Gambol o'er the glassy lake; Who would fain the young men from the girls take | black, I'm no judge of colours. Order! order! for Who, as gaudy as butterflies, trip it about, Who dress naked in spasms, and who strip in the gout; Come, let the bottle go round, Let the glasses be filled to the brink, In our wine will such virtues be found, Would ye low at your feet see Adonises plenty, And be decked with the bloom and the graces of twenty? You have nothing to do but to drink. SUE AND JOE; OR, YOU BADE ME BE OBLIGING. AROUND the face of blue-eyed Sue Her coral lips seemed dipped in dew, my dear, His spouse-this nonpareil. A London rider chanced to slip He'd dust his jacket well. Heydey!" says Sue, "What's this I trow? He's welcome to the Bell." THE FREE AND EASY. If you'll only take a walk; At the Bull and the Cabbage-Stalk. He has promised to be there; And old Wastebut takes the chair. the chair. Then sing, boys, and be merry, And the songs and toasts go round; And for mirth they're ne'er aground. He's the butt of the company made; Because it serves his trade. SPOKEN.] Go it, (he cries,) let those laugh that win. Ben, take that gemmen's orders. (Ben speaks.) He's a theatrical man, and says there are no orders admitted. (Landlord.) Well, I'm not surprised at that, for, though he plays light comedy, he has been in the heavy line all the afternoon, and I dare say he's quite full. Order! for the chairman! (Chairman.) Gentlemen, I propose the health of Mr. Augustus Jeremiah Adolphus Truncheon, the actor, and thanks to him for the honour of his company. Order! for Mr. Truncheon's speech! (Truncheon speaks.) Gentlemen, you can't conceive how much I'm elevated; so much so, that I feel quite in the clouds. (Chimney-sweep.) Well, so you are; a'n't we all blowing our clouds? Silence! silence! (Trun cheon.) Gentlemen, really I would thank you, but I can't speak! Then sing, boys, &c. For the cash is nearly out; So each forsakes his quart, sir, To get a drop of short, sir, Then goes home, or elsewhere, no doubt. But, when the chairman starts, sir, A set of jolly hearts, sir, Will keep the fun agog; There's one with laughter screeches And they're all chuck full of grog. SPOKEN.] Now, gentlemen, who's for starting? (Drunken man.) Where's the use of starting? there's nothing to be frightened at. [A knocking heard.] (Landlord.) There's your wife at the door. (Drunkard.) That alters the case; a scolding wife would make any man start; and as for mine, she's a complete ruffian; for, whenever I goes home with a drop in my eye, she always tries to choke me! It was but the other night, when I was picking a mutton-bone, that she plunged it into my throat; and that accounts for my drinking; for I've been trying to wash it down ever since; but come, by way of a finisher, we'll sayThen sing, boys, &c. SPOKEN.] Gemmen! I'll give you" the king!" and then I'll thank you to give your orders. Waiter, when you come in, bring me a go of gin, and reach me some water before you go out. I'll wait upon you, sir, when I have served the gentlemen. (Chairman speaks.) What do you mean, Mr. Waiter, by insinuating that my friend is not a gentleman? he is as respectable a master chimney- MY CONSTANT SOUL WOULD BUT EXIST sweep as any in this metropolitan country. (Chimney-sweeper.) Yes; and never was considered a black-leg yet, although I've seen many games in my time. (Gentleman, affectedly.) What do you mean, sir, when you say black-leg, and look at me? (Chimney-sweeper.) Why, I meant blackleg, to be sure! (Gentleman.) Repeat the word, and I'll show you a game you know nothing about, and that's Rouge et Noir. (Sweep.) What's that? (Gentleman.) Why, red and black! I'll black your eye, and cut your nose; and, if that's not red and TO LOVE THEE. (Ward.) He.-DEAR maid, by every hope of bliss, How much, dear maid, I love thee. She.-Though time or place should intervene, Still time, that changes ev'ry scene, Would make me still more love thee. Both-While my devoted constant soul ALAS! QUEEN ANNE. Alas! Queen Anne, she keeps no bed, : But, hold in the stubble-ha!-Dido stops short : Toho! Dido-gooa dog!-she points to the sport! Well-I cannot blame her-she's right, she's I mark 'em-they rise-bang!—another must die; I bag it, and homeward trot Dido and I. right, With her sob, sigh, get out! oh fy! But see, but see, my love appears, With sighs I will melt her, and drown her with tears, With my ram'em, cram'em, nothing like gam mon. "Tis true, my form may little move, And treat her to oysters and pickled salmon. KATE! THE MAID WITH EYES SO BLUE. (Sir George Alley.) THE sun's last beams had tinged the sky Her cheek was pale: the hand of Care But when I told the bosom's pain Like thee-have vows of love believed, KATE KEARNEY. (Miss Owenson.) OH! did you not hear of Kate Kearney? You ne'er think of mischief she's dreaming; Why, a poker to stir the fire, That stands upon three old pegs; For I knocked them all out in my youth; A razor made out of a hoop; A pair of old shoes and a stocking, With holes that would make you cry shocking; A coat, so very threadbare, Which lets the rain through in a minute; All these were left by my granny, Who now in the church-yard lies sleeping; Then don't you think I have plenty of goods, To go into housekeeping? I'll marry my sweetheart, If she will marry me; She has a pretty lot of goods as well as me : A gold ring made of brass; A piece of old looking-glass; Some brick-dust, that serves her for paint; Two gowns, worth a farthing a-piece; Some dancing-shoes, though they are wooden; A ricketty three-legged stool; Which wo❜n't pour out though its bid; With a log of wood for your head; A silver penny in cotton, A keepsake from one dead and rotten; All these were left by her granny, Who now in the church-yard lies sleeping; Then don't you think she's got plenty of goods Το go into housekeeping? I'll marry my sweetheart, If she like me would kiss; We've a pretty stock of goods, We want but this. We've not What? Why, a ladle-a cradle, A skewer-a ewer, A garden, well barred in, A bonnet, bow on it, When we've these, as light as a feather, And we'll be married to-morrow. Come, Moses, the King!" Such a subject should be but a vicar!" Then Moses he spoke,- Why, Moses, you elf, Since the clock has struck twelve, I'm sure it can never strike more. Fol de rol, &c. "Besides, my dear friend, To this lesson attend, Which to say and to swear I'll be bold, That the corpse, snow or rain, Can't endanger, that's plain, But perhaps you or I may take cold." Fol de rol, &c. Then Moses went on,- A man for to go that can't stand." At length hat and cloak Old Orthodox took, But first crammed his jaw with a quid; For fear they should chill, And then staggered away side by side. |