ODE TO MR. BRUNEL. "Well said, old Mole! canst work i' the dark so fast? a worthy pioneer!" HAMLET. ELL! -Monsieur Brunel, How prospers now thy mighty undertaking, Never be stopping, But poking, groping, in the dark keep making And without sculls to diddle London Bridge! To give us the "View hollow." In short it was thy aim, right north and south, Burst out in that old song Of Incledon's, beginning "Cease, rude Bore"- Just when one seems the most successful, In difficulties most distressful! Other great speculations have been nursed, But thy concern was at the worst, When it began to liquidate itself! But now Dame Fortune has her false face hidden, Under a slow incurable complaint, Bed-ridden ! Why, when thus Thames-bed-bother'd-why repine! Yet let none think thee daz'd, or craz'd, or stupid; ANACREONTIC. FOR THE NEW YEAR. OME, fill up the Bowl, for if ever the glass Sure, this hour brings an exquisite Is preparing to tap a fresh dozen! Hip Hip and Hurrah! Then fill, all ye Happy and Free, unto whom Hip! Hip! and Hurrah! And ye, who have met with Adversity's blast, reason: Why, when thus Thames-bed-bother'd-why repine! Yet let none think thee daz'd, or craz'd, or stupid; Stick up a sign-the sign of the Bore's Head; ANACREONTIC. FOR THE NEW YEAR. reason: OME, fill up the Bowl, for if ever the glass Found a proper excuse or fit season, For toasts to be honour'd, or pledges to pass, Sure, this hour brings an exquisite For hark! the last chime of the dial has ceased, And Old Time, who his leisure to cozen, Had finish'd the Months, like the flasks at a feast, Is preparing to tap a fresh dozen ! Hip! Hip! and Hurrah! Then fill, all ye Happy and Free, unto whom Hip! Hip! and Hurrah! And ye, who have met with Adversity's blast, |