With pure heart newly stamp'd from Nature's mint— (Where did he learn that squint ?)

Thou young domestic dove!

(He'll have that jug off, with another shove !) Dear nurseling of the hymeneal nest! (Are those torn clothes his best?)

Little epitome of man!

(He'll climb upon the table, that's his plan !) Touched with the beauteous tints of dawning life— (He's got a knife!)

Thou enviable being!

No storms, no clouds, in thy blue sky foreseeing,
Play on, play on,

My elfin John!

Toss the light ball-bestride the stick

(I knew so many cakes would make him sick!)
With fancies, buoyant as the thistle-down,
Prompting the face grotesque, and antic brisk,
With many a lamb-like frisk,

(He's got the scissors, snipping at your gown!)

Thou pretty opening rose !

(Go to your mother, child, and wipe your nose!)
Balmy and breathing music like the South,
(He really brings my heart into my mouth!)
Fresh as the morn,) and (brilliant as its star,-
(I wish that window had an iron bar!)
Bold as the hawk, yet gentle as the dove,
(I tell you what, my love,

I cannot write unless he's sent above!)

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A SERENADE.

JULLABY, oh, lullaby!

Thus I heard a father cry,

"Lullaby, oh, lullaby!

The brat will never shut an eye;

Hither come, some power divine!

Close his lids or open mine!"

X

"Lullaby, oh, lullaby!" What the devil makes him cry? "Lullaby, oh, lullaby!" Still he stares-I wonder why? Why are not the sons of earth Blind, like puppies, from the birth?

"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,
I am nodding to his fall!"

"Lullaby, oh, lullaby!

Two such nights, and I shall die!

Lullaby, oh, lullaby!

He'll be bruised, and so shall I,

How can I from bedposts keep,
When I'm walking in my sleep?"

"Lullaby, oh, lullaby! Sleep his very looks denyLullaby, oh, lullaby!

Nature soon will stupify

My nerves relax,-my eyes grow dim-
Who's that fallen-me or him?"

AN INCENDIARY SONG.

OME, all conflagrating fellows,
Let us have a glorious rig:
Sing old Rose, and burn the bellows!
Barn me, but I'll burn my wig!

Christmas time is all before us:
Burn all puddings, north and south.
Burn the Turkey-Burn the Devil!
Burn snap-dragon! burn your mouth!

Burn the coals! they're up at sixty!
Burn Burn's Justice-burn Old Coke.
Burn the chestnuts! Burn the shovel!
Burn a fire, and burn the smoke!

Burn burnt almonds. Burn burnt brandy.
Let all burnings have a turn.

Burn Chabert, the Salamander,

Burn the man that wouldn't burn!

Burn the old year out, don't ring it;

Burn the one that must begin.

Burn Lang Syne; and, whilst you're burning,

Burn the burn he paidled in.

Burn the boxing! Burn the Beadle!

Burn the baker! Burn his man!

Burn the butcher-Burn the dustman,
Burn the sweeper, if you can!

Burn the Postman! burn the postage,
Burn the knocker- burn the bell!
Burn the folks that come for money!
Burn the bills-and burn 'em well.

Burn the Parish! Burn the rating!
Burn all taxes in a mass.

Burn the Paving! Burn the lightning!
Burn the burners! Burn the gas!

Burn all candles, white or yellow-
Burn for war, and not for peace;
Burn the Czar of all the Tallow!
Burn the King of all the Greece !

Burn all canters-burn in Smithfield.
Burn Tea-Total hum and bug.