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As if he would the charming air repay, Shook thousand odours from his dewy wings.
A TEA PARTY.
When the party commences, all starch'd and all
glum, They talk of the weather, their corns, or sit mum: They will tell you of ribbons, of cambric, of lace, How cheap they were sold and will tell you the
place. They discourse of their colds, and they hem and they
cough, And complain of their servants to pass the time off.
But Tea, that enlivener of wit and of soul, More loquacious by far than the draughts of the bowi, Soon loosens the tongue and enlivens the mind, And enlightens their eyes to the faults of mankind. It brings on the tapis their neighbour's defects, The faults of their friends, or their wilful neglects; Reminds them of many a good-natur'd tale About those who are stylish and those who are frail, Till the sweet temper'd dames are converted by tea, Into character-manglers-Gunaikophugi. In harmless chit-chat an acquaintance they roast, And serve up a friend, as they serve up a toast. Some gentle faux pas, or some female mistake, Is like sweetmeats delicious, or relish'd as cake : A bit of broad scandal is like a dry crust, It would stick in the throat, so they butter it first With a little affected good nature,
cry Nobody regrets the thing deeper than I.
Ah ladies, and was it by Heaven design'd That ye should be merciful, loving and kind! Did it form you like angels and send you below, To prophecy peace-to hid charity flow?
And have you thus left your primeval estate,
If I, in the remnant that's left me of life,
THE THREE BLACK CROWS, OR THE
PROGRESS OF UNTRUTH.
Two honest tradesmen meeting in the Strand,
But you shall hear; an odd affair indeed!
THE MARINER'S DREAM.
In slumbers of midnight, the sailor boy lay ;
His hammock swung loose at the sport of the wind; But watch.worn and weary,
his cares flew away, And visions of happiness danc'd o'er his mind.
tre dreamt of histhome, of his dear native bowers,
And pleasure that waited on life's merry morn. While Memory stood sideways, half cover'd with
flowers, And restor'd every rose, but secreted its thorn,
Then Fancy her magical pinions spread wide,
And bade the young dreamer in ecstacy riseNow far, far behind him the green waters glide,
And the cot of his forefathers blesses his eyes.
The jessamine clambers in flower o'er the thatch, And the swallow sings sweet from her nest in the
wall; All trembling with transport, he raises the latch,
And the voices of lov'd ones reply to his call. A father bends o'er him with looks of delight,
His check is impearld with a mother's warm tear, And the lips of the boy in a love kiss unite With the lips of the maid whom his bosom holds
The heart of the sleeper beats high in his breast,
Joy quickens his pulse--all hardships seem o'er, And a murmur of happiness steals through his rest
"O God thou hast bless'd me I ask for no more.”
Ah! what is that flame, which now bursts on his
Ah! what is that sound which now 'larums his ear?
'Tis the lightning's red glare, painting hell on the sky, 'Tis the crash of the thunder, the groan of the
sphere ! He springs from his hammock-he flies to the deck,
Amazement confronts him with images direWild winds and waves drive the vessel a wreck
The masts fly in splinters—the shrouds are on fire! Like mountains the billows tremendously swellcoy In vain the lost wretch calls on Mikely to save; Me Unseen hands of spirits are wringing his knell, And the Death-Angel flaps his broad wing o'er the
Oh! sailor-boy, woe to thy dream of delight !
In darkness dissolves the gay frost work of bliss Where now is the picture that fancy touch'd brigh
Thy parents' fond pressure, and loves honey'd kiss?
Oh! sailor-boy ! sailor-boy ! never again
Shall home, love, or kindred, thy wishes repay; Unbless'd, and unhonour'd, duwn deep in the main,
Full many a score fathom, thy frame shall decay.
No tomb shall e'er plead to remembrance for thee,
Or redeem form or frame from the merciless surge;. But the white foam of waves shall thy winding sheet
On beds of green sea fower thy limbs shall be laid;
Around thy white bones the red coral shall grow; Of thy fair yellow locks threads of amber be made,
And every part suit to thy mansion below.
Days, months, years, and ages, shall circle away,
And still the vast waters above thee shall rollEarth loses thy pattern forever and aye
Oh! sailor-boy! sailor-boy ! peace to thy soul.