Too much care will turn a young man grey, For I hold it one of the wisest things LET ROSY GARLANDS. LET rosy garlands now My jolly temples wreath ; Let me their odours breathe; Bring, O Bacchus bring, And thou, O pleasing love, And wrap, wrap my soul ! In ecstacy divine! POOR JOE THE MARINE. POOR Joe, the Marine, was at Portsmouth well known, No lad in the corps dress'd so smart; The lasses ne'er look'd at the youth with a frown— His manliness won every heart, Sweet Polly of Portsea he took for his bride, And surely there never was seen A couple so gay march to church side by side, Ere Hymen's bright torch at their nuptials could blaze, Loud thundering guns they heard rattle ; And Joe in an instant was forced to the seas, To give a bold enemy battle. The action was dreadful-each ship a mere wreck! Such slaughter few sailors have seen; Two hundred brave fellows lay strew'd o'er the deck, But victory, faithful to brave British tars, Then homeward they steer'd, full of glory and scars, The ramparts were crowded, the heroes to greet, But the very first boat, her keen eyes chanc'd to meet, The shock was severe; swift as lightning's fork'd dart; Her poor head with wild frenzy fir'd; She flew to the beach, softly cried, "My poor heart!' Clasp'd his hands, kiss'd his lips, and expired. Their bodies were laid 'neath a wide-spreading yew, And on a smooth stone may be seen,"One tear-drop let fall, all ye lovers so true, "On Polly and Joe the Marine!" BY THE GAILY CIRCLING GLASS. By the gaily circling glass, We can see how minutes pass; By the silence of the owl, By the chirping on the thorn, Joys find entrance at the lip. THE QUEER LITTLE MAN. A VERY little man, very 'how came you so.' It was past twelve o'clock, he'd a long way to go, At the corner of a lane, quite a lonely retreat, His teeth chattered, and lips quivered, And with fear as well as fuddling he stagger'd to and fro, This queer little man, who'd a great way to go. This queer little man then fell on his knees, When a very deathlike voice, said in very drear tone, His teeth chattered, and lips quivered, When he cried, O, good hobgoblin, I pray you mercy show To a queer little man, who's a great way to go. The queer little man he fell flat as a flail, A great explosion heard he ; And jumped up in a crack, for a cracker at his tail Set him capering just like a parched pea, From around the goblin's head burst some long streams .of fire, And the cracker once spent left him sprawling in the mire. Some wags ('twas a wacker), Thus with turnip, squib, and cracker, Cured, through fear of all his fuddling, completely you must know, This queer little man who'd a long way to go. THE BROKEN HEART. FAREWELL! in despair But the heart you have broken THE RED RED ROSE. O, MY luve's like a red, red rose, As fair art thou, my bonnie lass, And I will luve thee still, my dear, Till a' the seas gang dry, my dear, While the sands o'life shall run. HEAVING OF THE LEAD. FOR England when with fav'ring gale, The high blue western land appear'd; To heave the lead the seaman sprung, And to the pilot cheerly, sung, "By the deep-nine !" And bearing up to gain the port, Some well-known object kept in view; An abbey-tow'r, an harbour-fort, Or beacon to the vessel true; While oft the lead the seaman flung, And to the pilot cheerly sung, "By the mark-seven !" And as the much-lov'd shore we near, Of faith and love a matchless proof. "Quarter less-five!" |