"Alas! some happy, happy day In church I hoped to stand, But sternly with that piebald match I'm sleeping in my ashes! "And now farewell!-a last farewell! And have but time enough to add "Henceforth within my grave I rest, 'Again farewell, my Phœbe dear! Once more a last adieu! For I must make myself as scarce As swans of sable hue." From black to grey, from grey to nought, The shape began to fade, And, like an egg, though not so white, The Ghost was newly laid! TO MR. WRENCH AT THE ENGLISH OPERA HOUSE.1 H very pleasant Mr. Wrench, The first, upon the pit's first bench, To hail thee on these summer boards, With joy, even critic-craft affords, And watch thy welcome face! Ere thou art come, how I rejoice And then thy figure comes and owns Oh come and cast a quiet glance, Heart-squeezing, and profound congés- Even in the street, in that apt face, The soul of native whim; A constant, never-failing store Of quiet mirth, that ne'er runs o'er, Quoth I, "There goes a happy wight, And careless of all care; Who oils the ruffled waves of strife, And makes the work-day suit of life Lord! if he had some people's ills To cope-their hungry bonds and bills, Things that have cost both tears and sighs ! The Adelphi. Their foes, as motelings in his eyes- The stage, I guess, is not thy school- Gay Freeman, art thou hired for him? Nay, thou-to look beyond the stage, The same companionable sprite— Are with thee in the day! LOVE, WITH A WITNESS. E has shav'd off his whiskers and blacken'd his brows, Wears a patch and a wig of false hair, But it's him-Oh it's him!-we exchanged lovers' vows, When I lived up in Cavendish Square. He had beautiful eyes, and his lips were the same, Like a Lord or a Marquis he look'd when he came, If I lived for a thousand long years from my birth, How he lov'd me beyond the rich women of earth, When he kiss'd me and bade me adieu with a sigh, Oh how little I dreamt I was bidding good-bye LINES BY A SCHOOL-BOY. HEN I was first a scholar, I went to Dr. Monk, They didn't pinch and starve us, as here they do at York, For goodness we had prizes, and birch for doing ili, And we'd half a dozen ushers to teach us Latin and Greek, And then we had a shop, too, for lollipops and squibs, ADDRESS TO MARIA DARLINGTON "It was Maria! ON HER RETURN TO THE STAGE. And better fate did Maria deserve than to have her banns forbid She had, since that, she told me, strayed as far as Rome, and walked round St. Peter's once-and returned back-." See the whole story in Sterne and the newspapers. HOU art come back again to the stage Quite as blooming as when thou didst leave it; And 'tis well for this fortunate age That thou didst not, by going off, grieve it! It is pleasant to see thee again— Right pleasant to see thee, by Herclé, Unmolested by pea-colour'd Hayne! And free from that thou-and-thee Berkeley! Thy sweet foot, my Foote, is as light The Boxes impatient to greet thee, The Galleries quite clam'rous to see thee, Ah, where was thy sacred retreat? I envy the place thou hast stroll'd, If a stroller thou art-which thou'rt not! Sterne met thee, poor wandering thing, Ah, me! for thy small plaintive pipe That eye-forced so often to wipe To give pain to the feminine mind— Was a creature more killing than kind! |