We gather flowers of every hue,

And fish in boats for fishes,
Build summer-houses painted blue,-

But life 's as frail as dishes.

Walking about their groves of trees,

Blue bridges and blue rivers,
How little thought them two Chinese,

They'd both be smashed to shivers.



Oh Peace ! oh come with me and dwell —

But stop, for there's the bell.
Oh Peace! for thee I go and sit in churches,

On Wednesday, when there's very few

In loft or pew — Another ring, the tarts are come from Birch's. Oh Peace! for thee I have avoided marriage –

• Hush! there's a carriage. Oh Peace! thou art the best of earthly goods —

The five Miss Woods.
Oh Peace! thou art the Goddess I adore —

There come some more.
Oh Peace! thou child of solitude and quiet -
That’s Lord Drum's footman, for he loves a riot.

Oh Peace! Knocks will not cease. Oh Peace! thou wert for human comfort

planned —

That's Weippert's band. Oh Peace ! how glad I welcome thy approaches

I hear the sound of coaches. Oh Peace! oh Peace ! - another carriage stops —

It's early for the Blenkinsops.

Oh Peace! with thee I love to wander,
But wait till I have showed up Lady Squander,
And now I've seen her up the stair,
Oh Peace ! — but here comes Captain Hare.
Oh Peace! thou art the slumber of the mind,
Untroubled, calm and quiet, and unbroken,-
If that is Alderman Guzzle from Portsoken,
Alderman Gobble won't be far behind;
Oh Peace! serene in worldly shyness,-
Make way there for his Serene Highness !

Oh Peace! if you do not disdain
To dwell amongst the menial train,
I have a silent place, and lone,
That you and I may call our own ;
Where tumult never makes an entry —
Susan, what business have you in my pantry?

Oh Peace! but there is Major Monk,
At variance with his wife - Oh Peace!

And that great German, Vander Trunk,
And that great talker, Miss Apreece;
Oh Peace ! so dear to poets' quills —
They're just beginning their quadrilles —
Oh Peace! our greatest renovator ; -
I wonder where I put my waiter —
Oh Peace ! — but here my Ode I 'll cease ;
I have no peace to write of Peace.


WHEN I reflect with serious sense,

While years and years run on,
How soon I may be summoned hence -

There's cook a-calling John.

Our lives are built so frail and poor,

On sand and not on rocks,
We're hourly standing at Death's door-

There's some one double-knocks.

All human days have settled terms,

Our fates we cannot force ;
This flesh of mine will feed the worms —

They're come to lunch of course.

And when my body 's turned to clay,

And dear friends hear my knell,

O let them give a sigh and say —

I hear the upstairs bell.


MARY, you know I've no love-nonsense,

And, though I pen on such a day,
I don't mean flirting, on my conscience,

Or writing in the courting way.

Though Beauty hasn't formed your feature,

It saves you, perhaps, from being vain, And many a poor unhappy creature

May wish that she was half as plain.

Your virtues would not rise an inch,

Although your shape was two foot taller, And wisely you let others pinch

Great waists and feet to make them smaller.

You never try to spare your hands

From getting red by household duty But, doing all that it commands,

Their coarseness is a moral beauty.

Let Susan flourish her fair arms

And at your odd legs sneer and scoff, But let her laugh, for you have charms

That nobody knows nothing of.



“I apprehend you!” - SCHOOL OF REFORM.

BOATMAN. Shove off there! — ship the rudder, Bill — cast

off ! she's under way!

Mrs. F. She's under what ? — I hope she's not ! good

gracious, what a spray!

BOATMAN. Run out the jib, and rig the boom! keep clear of

those two brigs !

MRS. F. I hope they don't intend some joke by running of

their rigs !

BOATMAN. Bill, shift them bags of ballast aft — she's rather

out of trim!

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