LIEUTENANT LUFF. A COMIC BALLAD. LL you that are too fond of wine, Take warning by the dismal fate A sober man he might have been, He did not like soft water, So he took to drinking hard! Said he, "Let others fancy slops, So do not like Bohea. If wine's a poison, so is Tea, According to this kind of taste Did he indulge his drouth, Nowisn't that a good joke, I'd like to To "hold the mirror up to vice" Full soon the sad effects of this know? Finer key remant! Wiel, I showed And join'd with this an evil came Of quite another sort,— For while he drank, himself, his purse For want of cash he soon had pawn'd And drinking show'd him duplicates So now his creditors resolved To seize on his assets; For why, they found that his half-pay But Luff contrived a novel mode His Creditors to chouse; For his own execution he Put into his own house! Against his lungs he aimed the slugs, And gave it in these terms:- LOVE HAS NOT EYES. F all the poor old Tobits a-groping in the street, He thinks his love the fairest that ever yet was clasp'd, He thinks her face an angel's, although it's quite a frump's, For he's blind, &c. Upon her graceful figure then how he will insist, He'll swear that in her dancing she cuts all others out, If he should have a letter in answer to his sighs, Then if he has a meeting the question for to put, Коп Oh Love is like a furnace wherein a Lover lies, And like a pig before the fire, he scorches out his eyes. A HAPPY NEW YEAR! "If the affairs of this world did not make us so sad, HERE is nothing but plague in this house! It's the day of all days when I wish That our friends should enjoy our good cheer; But I wish you a happy New Year! Mr. Rudge has not called, but he will, For his Rates, Church, and Highway, and Poor; And the butcher has brought in his bill Twice as much as the quarter before. Little Charles is come home with the mumps, Your poor brother is in the Gazette, And your banker is off to New York; Mr. Bigsby has died in your debt, And the "Wiggins" has foundered near Cork. Mr. Merrington's bill is come back; You are chosen to serve overseer; The new wall is beginning to crackBut I wish you a happy New Year! The best dinner-set's fallen to the ground; And there's marks of men's feet on the lawn: Two anonymous letters have come, That declare you shall die like a Weare; And it may or may not-be a hum But I wish you a happy New Year! The old law-suit with Levy is lost; You are fined for not cleansing the street. Has gone off in the night with his gear, There's the "Sun" and the "Phoenix" to pay, We have hardly a bushel of small, But I wish you a happy New Year! The whole greenhouse is smashed by the hail, And the chimney looks far from upright; That hung up the new glass chandelier!— There's misfortune wherever we dodge- I have doubts if your clerk is correct— Mr. Brown has built out your back view; Your "Account of a Visit to Rome" Not a critic on earth seems to laud; And old Huggins has lately come home, And will swear that your Claude isn't Claude : Your election is far from secure, Though it's likely to cost very dear; You're come out in a caricature But I wish you a happy New Year! You've been christened an ass in the Times, And that dealer in boys, Dr. Ghrimes, Has engaged the next house for a school; |