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Away they go! On roll the hours,

And toward the west the day-god edges; See! Genius holds a wreath of flowers,

Fresh culled from all the neighboring hedges ! Alas! ere eve their bright hues flit,

While Common Sense (whom I so doat on!) Thanked God "that he had little wit,"

And drank his ketchup with his mutton.

JUPITER A MANS.

DEDICATED TO VICTOR HUGO.

LONDON LEADER

"Le Petit" call not him who by one act
Has turned old fable into modern fact.
Nap Louis courted Europe: Europe shied:
Th' imperial purple was too newly dyed.
“I'll have her though," thought he, “by rape or rapine;
Jove nods sometimes, but catch a Nap a napping!
And now I think of Jove, 't was Jove's own fix,
And so I'll borrow one of Jove's own tricks:
Old itching Palm I'll tickle with a joke,
And he shall lend me England's decent cloak."
'T was said and done, and his success was full;
He won Europa with the guise of Bull !

THE ORATOR'S EPITAPH.

LORD BROUGHAM. "HERE, reader, turn your weeping eyes,

My fate a useful moral teaches;
The hole in which my body lies

Would not contain one-half my speeches."

ECCENTRIC AND NONDESCRIPT.

ECCENTRIC AND NONDESCRIPT.

THE JOVIAL PRIEST'S CONFESSION.

TRANSLATED FROM THE LATIN OF WALTER DE MAPES,

TIME OF HENRY II.

LEICH HUNT.

I DEVISE to end my days—in a tavern drinking,
May some Christian hold for me,

—the glass when I am shrinking,
That the cherubim may cry-when they see me sinking,
God be merciful to a soul of this gentleman's way of thinking.
A glass of wine amazingly-enlighteneth one's intervals;
'Tis wings bedewed with nectar-that fly up to supernals;
Bottles cracked in taverns-have much the sweeter kernels,
Than the sups allowed to us—in the college journals.
Every one by nature hath-a mold which he was cast in;
I happen to be one of those—who never could write fasting;
By a single little boy-I should be surpass'd in
Writing so: I'd just as lief—be buried; tomb'd and grass'd in.
Every one by nature hath—a gift too, a dotation:
I, when I make verses—do get the inspiration
Of the very best of wine—that comes into the nation :
It maketh sermons to astound-for edification.

Just as liquor floweth good-floweth forth my lay so;
But I must moreover eat—or I could not say so;
Naught it availeth inwardly-should I write all day so;
But with God's grace after meat-I beat Ovidius Naso.
Neither is there given to me-prophetic animation,
Unless when I have eat and drank-yea, ev'n to saturation;
Then in my upper story—hath Bacchus domination,
And Phoebus rushes into me, and beggareth all relation.

TONIS AD RESTO MARE.

ANONYMOUS AIR" Oh, Mary, heave a sigh for me."

O MARE æra si forme;

Forme ure tonitru;
Iambicum as amandum,

Olet Hymen promptu;
Mihi is vetas an ne se,

As humano erebi;
Olet mecum marito te,

Or eta beta pi.

Alas, plano more meretrix,

Mi ardor vel uno;
Inferiam ure artis base,

Tolerat me urebo.
Ah me ve ara silicet,

Vi laudu vimin thus?
Hiatu as arandum sex-

Illuc Ionicus.

Heu sed heu vix en imago,

My missis mare sta ;
O cantu redit in mihi

Hibernas arida ?
A veri vafer heri si,

Mihi resolves indu:
Totius olet Hymen cum-

Accepta tonitru.

DIC.

DEAN SWIFT.

Dic, heris agro at, an da quar to fine ale,
Fora ringat ure nos, an da stringat ure tale.*

* Dick, here is a groat, a quart o' fine ale,

For a ring at your nose, and a string at your tail.

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