"Lullaby, oh, lullaby! What the devil makes him cry? Still he stares-I wonder why? “Lullaby, oh, lullaby! Thus I heard the father cry; “Lullaby, oh, lullaby ! Mary, you must come and try!— Hush, oh, hush, for mercy's sake— The more I sing, the more you wake!” · Lullaby, oh, lullaby! Fie, you little creature, fie! Lullaby, oh, lullaby! Is no poppy-syrup nigh? Give him some, or give him all, "Lullaby, oh, lullaby! Two such nights, and I shall die! He'll be bruised, and so shall I‚— "Lullaby, oh, lullaby! Sleep his very looks denyLullaby, oh, lullaby! Nature soon will stupify— My nerves relax,-my eyes grow dimWho's that fallen-me or him?" VOL. III. I MY NEIGHBOUR ROSE BY FREDERICK LOCKER. THOUGH slender walls our hearths divide, No word has passed from either side, Your days, red-lettered all, must glide Unvexed by labour: I've seen you weep, and could have wept; I've heard you sing, and may have slept; Sometimes I hear your chimneys swept, My charming neighbour ! Your pets are mine. Pray what Is mute at sunset! may ail Your puss, demure and pensive, seems Too fat to mouse. She much esteems Yon sunny wall-and sleeps and dreams Of mice she once ate. I doat upon Our tastes agree. Frail jars, turquoise and celadon, The "Wedding March" of Mendelssohn, And Penseroso. When sorely tempted to purloin Your pietà of Marc Antoine, Fair Virtue doth fair play enjoin, Fair Virtuoso! At times an Ariel, cruel-kind, Will kiss my lips, and stir your blind, The tricksy sprite did erst assist I miss the simple days of yore, In corner cosy. But gaze not back for tales like those : 'Tis all in order, I suppose, The Bud is now a blooming ROSE,— A rosy posy! Indeed, farewell to bygone years; For curates now and cavaliers In turn perplex you: |