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THE CHARMS OF LIFE.
With ruby lustre crown'd;
And care in goblet drown'd.
Of woman's soft control,
The transports of the bowl.
Then let its current flow;
Then bask we in the glow.
And joy is but a flower ;
The song, the jest, &c.
A TRAVELLER STOPPED AT A WIDOW'S
But the landlady slighted her guest ;
As a sample for all the rest.
(A hump isn't handsome no doubt ;) And, though 'tis confess'd that the prejudice goes Very strongly in favour of wearing a nose,
A nose shouldn't look like a snout.
A bag full of gold on the table he laid,
And they quickly grew marvellous civil ;
While landlady touching the chink,
Will stop at the widow's to drink."
In the night, when the watch-light beside him was
burning, The sentinel stood on the field of the dead, Yet then hope, on the wing of the midnight returning,
Came clad in the smiles of the days that were fled. And though a soldier's mind might roam
Back to the vanished battle day, He thought of his love and he thought of his home,
For the fields where we fought were afar and away! Then turning again from the strife and the slaughter,
We swept the blue waves of a far distant sea, Yet he sighed as he bent o'er the dark ocean water, For the wild wave that bore him still bore him from
thee! Then, as we cleft the green sea foam,
Or flew before the silvery spray, He thought of his love, and he thought of his home,
While his vessel was bounding afar and away!
CEASE, rude Boreas, blust'ring railer!
List, ye landsmen, all to me!
Sing the dangers of the sea ;
When the distant whirlwinds rise,
Where the seas contend with skies !
Hark! the boatswain hoarsely bawling,
By topsail sheets, and haul-yards stand Down top-gallants quick be hauling,
Down your stay-sails, hand, boys, hand! Now it freshens, set the braces,
The top-sail sheets now let go ;
Up your top-sails nimbly clew.'
Fondly lock'd in beauty's arms; Fresh enjoyments, wanton courting,
Safe from all but love's alarms; Round us roars the tempest louder ; Think what fears our minds enthrall
; Harder yet, it yet blows harder,
Now again the boatswain calls ! • The topsail-yards point to the wind, boys,
See all clear to reef each course ;
Though the weather should be worse.
Reef the mizen, see all clear, Hands
each preventure brace set, Man the fore-yard, cheer, lads, cheer!'
Now the dreadful thunder's roaring,
Peal on peal contending clash,
In our eyes blue lightnings flash.
All above us one black sky, Different deaths at once surround us,
Hark! what means that dreadful cry! “The foremast's gone,' cries every tongue out,
O'er the lee, twelve feet 'bove deck;
Call all hands to clear the wreck.
Come my hearts be stout and bold;
Four feet water in the hold.'
We for wives or children mourn:
Alas! to them there's no return. Still the leak is gaining on us :
Both chain-pumps are choak'd below.-Heav'n have mercy here upon us !
For only that can save us now. O'er the lee-beam is the land, boys,
Let the guns o'erboard be thrown ;
See ! our mizen-mast is gone.
We've lightened her a foot or more ;
She rights, she rights, boys, we're off shore ! Now once more on joys we're thinking,
Since kind heay'n has sav'd our lives; Come, the can, boys ! let's be drinking
To our sweethearts and our wives.
Fill it up, about ship wheel it,
Close to our lips a brimmer join, Where's the tempest now, who feels it?
None—the danger's drown'd in wine.
IF LOVE'S DREAM BE O’ER.
IF love's dream be o'er,
Friends and home adieu ;
A long farewell to you !
Of other lands I'll roam,
When all was peace at home.
Where alas! shall I fly?
I have nought to do but die!
WHEN ANGRY NATIONS RUSH TO ARMS.
And dare Britannia's peace molest ;
And fills with rage each hostile breast;
Springs forth to meet his country's foes,
His breast with martial ardour glows,