He does nothing, Sir, but scold one,
He's old, and ugly too;

And as jealous as the old one,-
But that's no offence to you!
Excuse my agitation,

But indeed, Sir, I've found out,
After due consideration,

That I cannot marry Krout.

Besides, sir, I've discover'd
What alone should me deter,
That there's another lover

I should very much prefer:
So handsome, sir, the rogue is,
So merry, young, and true;
And he laughs at all old fogies,
But that's no offence to you!
Excuse my agitation, &c.

BRITANNIA'S REVENGE

BRITANNIA, musing oe'r the deed
By her brave sons achieved,
In battle where the valiant bleed,
And death stalks forth unheeded:
Within her cave the goddess sat,
And view'd the foaming ocean,
Whose surges high began to beat

In furious commotion !

When lo! a Triton from afar,
Came floating in a wat'ry car,

'Haste!' he cried, Britannia rise,

Succour bring, or Nelson dies!'

Rous'd at the name of her fav'rite, she flew

To the scene where the hero expos'd to her view,

Alas! was no more!

Frantic with grief, her locks she tore,
And thro' the fleet engaging,
The direful tale to all she bore,
Amidst the battle raging:
'Revenge, revenge!' aloud she cried,
To stimulate your fury,

See yonder deck, how richly dy'd!
"Tis Nelson's blood conjures ye;
By his dear manes, his parting breath,
I charge you to avenge his death;
Let the British thunder go;
Hurl destruction on the foe!

Let not his fall without something so great
Be recorded to mark the lamentable fate

Of an hero so great.'

She ceas'd: and now great Nelson's name
From ship to ship resounded,

While France and Spain, enwrapp'd in flame,
Astonish'd and confounded,

Feebly oppose the vengeful ire,
In British hearts excited-
In vain to glory they aspire,

His death must be requited!
Unequal to the conflict's heat,

Though greater numbers fill their fleet,

See, they strike! vengeance sweep,
Rushing down th' unfathom'd deep,

Sinks the confed'rates of proud France and Spain,
While the genius of Albion exulting claim

Victory! Victory!

HE'S GONE.

HE's gone and I shall never see
His manly form again,

And peace has now forsaken me,
From tears I can't refrain;

The time seems long tho' 'twas this morn,
He left me here alone,

He swore he'd ne'er forget, and then
Left me to sigh and moan.

Can he forget how oft he's swore
To love no one but me,
He may when in the cities, for
He fairer maids will see ;
He said that to his mountain rose,
He ever true would prove,
A tear should never dim mine eyes,
He ne'er would cease to love.

He whisper'd when we last embraced,
Some comfort to my heart;
He said that unpropitious fate,
Should ne'er us lovers part;
He quickly would be here again,
And wed without delay;
Oh, when I see him here again,
Twill be a happy day.

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LIFE LET US CHERISH.

LIFE let us cherish while yet the taper glows,
And the fresh floweret pluck e'er it close
Why are we fond of toil and care,
Wny chose the rankling thorn to wear;
And heedless, by the lily stray,

Which blossoms in our way?

Life let us cherish, &c.

When clouds obscure the atmosphere,
And fork'd lightnings rend the air;
The sun resumes his silver crest,

And smiles adown the west.

Life let us cherish. &c.

The genial seasons soon are o'er,
Then let us, ere we quit the shore,
Contentment seek, it is life's zest,
The sunshine of the breast.

Life let us cherish, &c.

Away with every toil and care,

And cease the rankling thorn to wear;
With manful hearts life's conflict meet,
Till death sounds the retreat.

Life let us cherish, &c.

EYES! LIVING CRYSTALS.

DUET.

EYES! living crystals, strain'd with thought,
O! look-till dazzled sight decay!
Lips! moving rubies, music-fraught,
Obreathe my soul in sighs away.

My dream of hope! my crown of pleasure!
Thou only one in life to me;

Could rifled worlds amass their treasure,
No ore or gem should purchase thee.

TIPITYWITCHET.

THIS morning very handy,
My malady was such,
I in my tea took brandy,
And took a cup too much.
(Hickups) tol de rol.

But stop, I musn't mag hard,
My head aches if you please,
One pinch of Irish blackguard,
I'll take to give me ease.

(Sneezes) tol de rol.

Now I'm quite drowsy growing,
For this very morning,
I rose when cock was crowing,
Excuse me if I yawn.

(Yawns) tol de rol.

I'm not in cue for frolic,
Can't up my spirits keep,

For love on windy cholic,

'Tis that which makes me weep.
(Cries) tol de rcl.

I'm not in mood for crying,

Care's a silly calf,

If to get fat you're trying,
The only way's to laugh.

(Laughs) tol de rol.

So warmly we met, and so fondly we parted,

That which was the sweeter e'en I could not tell,-The first look of welcome her sunny eyes darted,

Or that tear of passion which blessed our farewell. To meet was a blessing, to part thus another,

Our smiles and our tears seem'd two rivals in bliss ; Oh, Cupid's two eyes are not liker each other,

In smiles and in tears, than that moment to this.

The first was like day-break, new sudden, delicious,
The dawn of a pleasure scarce kindled up yet;
The last was the farewell of day-light more precious,
More glowing and deep as 'tis nearer its set.
Our meeting, though happy, was tinged by a sorrow,
To think that such happiness could not remain.
While our parting, though sad, gave a hope that to-

morrow

Would bring back the blest hour of meeting again.