That waves in every breeze?

He's often seen

Beside yon cottage wall, or on the green,
With others, matched in spirit and in size,
Health on their cheeks, and rapture in their eyes.
That full expanse of voice, to childhood dear,
Soul of their sports, is duly cherished here;
And, hark! that laugh is his, that jovial cry;
He hears the ball and trundling hoop brush by,
And runs the giddy course with all his might,-
A very child in every thing but sight.

With circumscribed, but not abated pow'rs,
Play the great object of his infant hours,
In many a game he takes a noisy part,
And shows the native gladness of his heart.
But soon he hears, on pleasure all intent,
The new suggestion, and the quick assent:
The grove invites, delight fills every breast :
To leap the ditch, and seek the downy nest,
Away they start, leave balls and hoops behind,
And one companion leave,-the boy is blind!

His fancy paints their distant paths so gay,
That childish fortitude awhile gives way:
He feels his dreadful loss, yet short the pain,.
Soon he resumes his cheerfulness again.
Pondering how best his moments to employ,
He sings his little songs of nameless joy,

Creeps on the warm green turf for many an hour,
And plucks, by chance, the white and yellow flower:
Smoothing their stems, while resting on his knees,
He binds a nosegay which he never sees;
Along the homeward path then feels his way,
Lifting his brow against the shining day,
And, with a playful rapture round his eyes,
Presents a sighing parent with the prize.

END OF THE RECITATIONS.

TOASTS AND SENTIMENTS.

THE QUEEN, and may she always live in the hearts of her Subjects.

May the health of our Sovereign keep pace with the wishes of her people.

The Queen, and success to her arms by sea and land. His Royal Highness Prince Albert.

The Princess Royal.

All the Royal Family.

All our independent Nobles, and all noble hearts. May the constitution of Great Britain and Ireland flourish and prosper to the latest posterity.

Firmness in the senate, valour in the field, and fortitude on the waves.

May the sword of Justice be swayed by the hand of Mercy.

May the seeds of dissension never find growth in the soil of Great Britain.

May the meanest Briton scorn the highest slave.
Britons in unity, and unity in Britons.

A cobweb pair of breeches, a porcupine saddle, a hardtrotting horse, and a long journey, to the enemies of Britain.

May the worth of the nation be ever inestimable. May kings and subjects reign in each other's hearts by love.

May he who has neither wife, nor estate, in Britain, never have a share in the government of it.

A speedy export to all the enemies of Britain without a drawback.

May British virtue shine when every other light is out.
The commerce of Britain and Ireland.

The Rose, Thistle, and Shamrock, may they flourish
united by the common graft of Union.
The land of the Rose,
Where liberty glows.

The land of the Shamrock,
The Emerald Isle.

The land of the Thistle,

And heather so green.

May we never know any other difference between England and Ireland than St. George's Channel. May the enemies of Great Britain and Ireland never meet a friend in either country.

May every succeeding century maintain the principles

of the glorious Revolution, enjoy the blessings of them, and transmit them, unimpaired, to future ages. May the enemies of Great Britain know the want of beef and claret.

May those who would revel in the ruin of Britain, or her ladies, dance in a hempen neckcloth.

May the annals of Great Britain never suffer a moral plot.

Annihilation to the trade of corruption.

May the produce of Great Britain never exceed her consumption.

May every Briton be loyal and find a loyal protection. May loyalty flourish for ever.

May the rights of Great Britain never be invaded by foreigners.

Success to our arms by sea and land.

Short shoes and long corns to the enemies of Great Britain.

May the hearts of our sons be modest and brave, and our daughter modest and pure.

May the thorns of the Thistle, the thorns of the Rose, Be ever the portion of Great Britain's foes. Britain; and may the land of our nativity be ever the abode of freedom, and the birth-place of heroes.

May we ever honestly uphold our rights.

May the pleasures of Britons be as pure as their breezes, and their virtues firm as their oaks.

Addition to our trade, multiplication to our manufac tories, subtraction to our taxes, and reduction to places and pensions.

May the rights of the people to a fair and equal representation in parliament never again be dispersed. Cork to the heels, Cash to the pockets, Courage to the hearts, and Concord to the heads, of all those who fight for Great Britain.

Confusion to those who, wearing the mask of patriotism, pull it off, and desert the cause of liberty in the day of trial.

Disappointment to those who form expectations of places and pensions on the ruin of their country. Improvement to the inventions of our country. Improvement to our arts, and invention to our artists. Liberty, prosperity, and security from oppression. May truth and liberty prevail throughout the world. May the protecting arm of the civil power always defend our rights.

May the tree of liberty flourish round the globe, and every human being partake of its fruits.

The land of our forefathers, may it ever continue free. May the weight of our taxes never bend the back of our credit.

May 'our enemies never touch the union dish-roastbeef, barley-cakes, puddings, and potatoes.

May trade and manufactures be unrestrained by the fetters of monopoly.

May the skin of our foes be turned into parchment, and our rights written thereon.

May he who plots the nation's downfall get what he deserves a halter.

May we, as Christians, be zealous without uncharitableness-as subjects, loyal without servility—and, as citizens, free without faction.

May the blossoms of liberty never be blighted.

The three great Generals in power-General Peace, General Plenty, and General Satisfaction.

May surrounding nations admire, and prefer the excellence of our arts and manufactures.

Success to our army, success to our fleet;

And our foes be compell'd to bend at our feet. May the laurels of Great Britain never be blighted. May the liberties of man never be clipped by the sheers of bad economy.

May our country ever be, as it always has been, a secure asylum to the unfortunate and oppressed. The English rose-may it never be grafted on any foreign stock.

The Sea, and may it always bring a spring tide of joy to Great Britain.

May the tar who loses one eye in defence of his country, never see distress with the other.

The tar that sticks like pitch to his duty.
The foe well tarred, and tars well feathered.

Britain's sheet anchor, her tars, and the wooden walls of Old England.

Should the French come to Dover, may they miss Deal in their landing.

May our brave tars never be in the Fleet (prison). England's bull-dogs-may they be ever ready to receive the enemy in good stile.

Long may the foe tremble, and every friend rejoice, at the arrival of the British fleet.

Lots of beef and oceans of grog.

May the tars of Old England triumphantly sail,
And over its enemies ever prevail.

May the Navy of Great Britain never know defeat but by name.

The world's wonder, and Great Britain's pride-her Navy.

May the boat of Pleasure always be steered by the pilot of Reason.

May we never want a Nelson, to show an enemy that we can beat them with one hand.