THE LANDLADY OF FRANCE.

A LANDLADY of France, she loved an officer, 'tis said, And this officer he dearly loved her brandy, oh! Sighed she, "I love this officer although his nose is red,

And his legs are what his regiment call bandy oh!"

But when the bandy officer was ordered to the coast, How she tore her lovely locks that look'd so sandy, oh !

"Adieu, my soul," says she, "if you write pray pay the post;

But, before we part, let's take a drop of brandy oh!" She filled him out a bumper, just before he left the

town,

And another for herself so neat and handy, oh! So they kept their spirits up, by pouring spirits down, For love is like the cholic, cured with brandy, oh!

"Take a bottle on't," says she, " for you are going into

camp,

In your tent you know, my love, 'twill be the dandy, oh!"

"You're right," says he, "my life, for a tent is very damp;

And 'tis better with my tent to take soms brandy oh !"

STAND TO YOUR GUNS, MY HEARTS OF QAA.

STAND to your guns, my hearts of oak.
Let not a word on board be spoke,

Victory soon will crown the joke;
Be silent, and be ready.

Ram home your guns, and sponge them well,
Let us be sure the balls will tell,

The cannons' roar shall sound their knell ;
Be steady, boys, be steady.

Not yet, nor yet-reserve your fire,
I do desire:--Fire!

Now the elements do rattle,

The gods, amazed, behold the battle
A broadside, my boys!
See the blood in purple tide
Trickle down her battered side;
Winged with fate the bullets fly ;-
Conquer, boys, or bravely die.
Hurl destruction on your foes.
She sinks-huzza!

To the bottom down she goes.

LET Sons of Slaughter try their skill
In hunting fox or hare;
We'll join the chase, but scorn to kill,
Unless it's to kill Care.

So our chase shall haily gaily be,
Women and wine before us;
We'll hunt the bottle merrily
With a smack and kiss in chorus.
With a smack and kiss, &c.

Great Alexander fury hurl'd,
In hunting he'd not halt;
For, after hunting all the world,
He found himself in fault.

So our chase shall haily, &e.

Grave undertakers join the chase,
They hunt for loss of breath;
For when we've run our earthly race,
They come in at the death.

So our chase shall haily, &c.

The parsons are all hunting men,
Which no one can deny;
They hunt for goslings, one in ten,
And tithe pigs in their sty.

So our chase shall haily, &c.

High fill your glasses, fill apace,
We'll drink away to Fame;
Liquor and love shall be our chase,
Women and wine our game.
So our chase shall haily, &c.

ENGLAND, THE ANCHOR AND HOPE OF THE WORLD.

UNDAUNTED in peril and foremast in danger,
Ever ready the rights of mankind to defend,
The guard of the weak and support of the stranger;
To oppression a foe, and to freedom a friend.
Amid the rude scenes of dismay and commotion,
Since Anarchy first her red banner unfurl'd,
Still firm as a rock, in her own native ocean,

Stood England, the Anchor and Hope of the world. Sweetest spot on the earth, where true honour combining,

With justice and truth, gives a strength to the whole; Where the rose-bud of beauty with valour entwining, Enlargeth the heart and exalteth the soul.

O land of my birth! yet shall peace be thy portion, And thy white sails in commerce again be unfurl'd; And still shalt thou stand, lovely rock! in the ocean, The anchor of Europe, the Hope of the world.

THE CHARMS OF LIFE.
I LOVE to see the flowing bowl
With ruby lustre crown'd;
I love to see the flow of soul,
And care in goblet drown'd.
Oh, tell me not of beauty's power,
Of woman's soft control,

But, give me, gods, the social hour,
The transports of the bowl.
The song, the jest, the laugh, the glee,
Compose the charms of life for me.

If wine can yield one's care relief,
Then let its current flow;
If sparkling cup can banish grief,
Then bask we in the glow.
The sand of life too soon runs out,
And joy is but a flower;

Be gay, and push the bowl about,
Taste wine, and prove its power.
The song, the jest, &c.

A TRAVELLER STOPPED AT A WIDOW'S
GATE.

A TRAVELLER stopped at a widow's gate;
She kept an inn, and he wanted to bait,
But the landlady slighted her guest;
For, when Nature was making an ugly race,
She certainly moulded this traveller's face,
As a sample for all the rest.

The chambermaid's sides they were ready to crack, When she saw his queer nose, and hump on his back ; (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,

It had a wond'rous effect on the widow and maid,
And they quickly grew marvellous civil ;

The money immediately altered the case,

They were charm'd with his hump, and his snout, and his face,

Though he still might have frightened the devil.

He paid like a prince, gave the widow a smack,
And flopp'd on his horse, at the door, like a sack,
While the landlady touching the chink,
Cried, "Sir, should you travel this country again,
I heartily hope that the sweetest of men
Will stop at the widow's to drink."

THE SENTINEL

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!