Rejoicing in their boasted hue,

The fair assemblage always nod

A welcome to the childish crew

That greet them on their native sod.

And when the little spoilers tire

Of feasting on the wild repast, Their gathered treasures all expire In sighing for the glories past.

LINES

WRITTEN FOR ONE OF MY TWIN DAUGHTERS.

DEAR Mr. William, I assure

You when I heard that you were ill,

And that

you needed for your cure

A very nauseous draught and pill,

I cried and said to little Sam,

Who wondered why I looked so sad,

"You cannot tell how grieved I am

To hear my lover is so bad."

But, Mr. William, never mind,

The doctor will restore you soon,

And I will peep beneath the blind,

To see you pass my house at noon:

And if you think a playful smile

Will help to heal the grievance past,

I will bestow it all the while

Your

presence to my view shall last.

And when the toys of our " Goose fair"

In plenty crown the cheerful stalls,

Most likely I shall take you there,

And treat you with some cups and balls,

Or gingerbread, for I like that,

And loiter with you round the "shows,"

To talk about I know not what,

SELF-COMMUNION.

WHY I should sink into this mood

Of fretfulness, would seem a question

Not easy to be understood,

Unless it tell of indigestion.

The very babe I love beyond

All others that the world has in it,

Complacently invites a fond

Acknowledgement, and fails to win it.

My little boys are all at work

Like bees upon a flowery border,

While I, as savage as a Turk,

Decry them for alleged disorder.

Their mother indicates in look

And gesture that my own affright her;

And if I introduce a book,

'Tis only to assail the writer.

Confounded and ashamed am I

To learn that a nutritious dinner,

For which so many vainly sigh,

Should make me such a frightful sinner.

Of luxuries I have but few,

And yet, alas! they seem too many;

In righteousness, oh Lord! renew

My heart, or hence bestow not any.

SOLACE IMPORTUNED.

WELL, thou art pretty, good, and witty,

Faithful too as thou art fair,

And no maid in crowded city

Can with thee in worth compare:

Nay, thou art handsome, and I want some Kisses on thy healthful cheek,

For no other maid can ransom

Me in this accursed freak.