Should wine fed loons invade us, Our forts would need no Armstrong guns, For the thirsty foe, without a blow, Into our hands would fall: If he saw a brown bottle of beer, To throw down his gun Let Britons then, their home-brew'd, 'Twas draughts of good October brew'd Our conquering fathers fired. Then let us our English beer, Like dutiful sons hold dear, For we none of us know How much we may owe Carlisle, October, 1861. W. C. I SAW AN EAGER SMILING BOY. W. H. HOODLESS. I saw an eager smiling boy Gaze upward at the star-gemmed sky; His tiny grasping hand stretched forth In daring hope to draw it nigh. Each wand'ring butterfly to win, To cull each flower that bloomed apart, To seize the rainbow's gorgeous arch, He sought with longing, childish heart. I saw an earnest, serious man; His eye was filled with thoughtful light; On fame his yearning heart was set, On love, on all that makes life bright. Pure thoughts and aims sublimely high Would dwell with him, his bosom fire; To all the beautiful and good His soul did lovingly aspire. I saw an old man, calm and bright, Whose face as lake at eve was still, He sought no future earth could yield, His yearnings heaven alone could fill. That eager, child-like, grasping hand, What are they but the strongest proofs Oh, child! at thy unconscious sport, THE BRIDAL E'EN. GEORGE DUDSON. My head is rinnin' roun' about I'm doylt and like to fa', Although my staff maun me support To hirple owre the floor, An' sicht is dim wi' ilka help An' weel kent things obscure; This happy date aye seems to sink The years that intervene, And the soul looks thro' the bars o' eild The biggin rang wi' gleesome din ; Here sat-I'll no say wha- An' sidelins aft was speert that nicht; Life's sun is i' the west I ken, I hae na far to gae : But the thoughts o' auld langsyne will steal It looms in retrospective licht, The memory o' that e'en. Carlisle, December, 1863. |