And bear thee, Black-boy, to a whiter state !
Yet mortal evil is, than thine, more high ;
Thou art upright in sleep; men sleep—and lie!
And from thy lids to me a moral peeps,
For I correct my errorswhile the Devil sleeps !



COME, fill up the Bowl, for if ever the glass

Found a proper excuse or fit season,
For toasts to be honored, or pledges to pass,

Sure, this hour brings an exquisite reason : For, hark! the last chime of the dial has ceased,

And Old Time, who has leisure to cozen, Having finished 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

The past Year has been pleasant and sunny ; Its months each as sweet as if made of the bloom

Of the thyme whence the bee gathers honeyDays ushered by dew-drops, instead of the tears,

Maybe, wrung from some wretcheder cousin

Then fill, and with gratitude join in the cheers
That triumphantly hail a fresh dozen!

Hip! Hip! and Hurrah !

And ye, who have met with Adversity's blast,

And been bowed to the earth by its fury; To whom the Twelve Months, that have recently

passed, Were as harsh as a prejudiced juryStill, fill to the future ! and join in our chime,

The regrets of remembrance to cozen, And having obtained a New Trial of Time, Shout, in hopes of a kindlier dozen !

Hip! Hip! and Hurrah !



They may talk of the plugging and sweating

Of our coinage that's minted of gold, But to me it produces no fretting

Of its shortness of weight to be told : All the sov'reigns I'm able to levy

As to lightness can never be wrong, But must surely be some of them heavy

For I never can carry them long.





with leaf and berry, And the sober-sided cup! Bring a goblet, and bright sherry,

And a bumper fill me up! Though a pledge I had to shiver,

And the longest ever was ! Ere his vessel leaves our river,

I would drink a health to Boz!

Here's success to all his antics,

Since it pleases him to roam, And to paddle o'er Atlantics,

After such a sale at home! May he shun all rocks whatever,

And each shallow sand that lurks, And his passage be as clever As the best among

his works.


No sun-no moon !

No morn-no noon-
No dawn-no dusk-no proper time of day

No sky—no earthly view

No distance looking blue-
No road—no street-no“ t'other side the way”-

No end to any Row-
No indications where the Crescents go

No top to any Steeple-
No recognitions of familiar people-

No Courtesies for showing 'em

No knowing 'em !
No travelling at all--no locomotion,
No inkling of the way-no notion-

“ No go "_by land or ocean-
No mail-no post-

No news from any foreign coast-
No park—no ring-no afternoon gentility-

No company-no nobility-
No warmth, no cheerfulness, no healthful ease,

No comfortable feel in any member-
No shade, no shine, no butterflies, no bees,

No fruits, no flowers, no leaves, no birds


“Now's the time, and now's the hour.” — BORNS.

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Pity the sorrows of a class of men,

Who, though they bow to fashion and frivolity, No fancied claims, or woes fictitious, pen,

But wrongs ell-wide, and of a lasting quality.

Oppressed and discontented with our lot,

Among the clamorous we take our station ; A host of Ribbon Men, - yet is there not

One piece of Irish in our agitation.

We do revere Her Majesty the Queen,

We venerate our Glorious Constitution, We joy King William's advent should have been,

And only want a Counter Revolution.

'Tis not Lord Russell and his final measure,

'Tis not Lord Melbourne's counsel to the throne, 'Tis not this bill or that gives us displeasure,

The measures we dislike are all our own.

The Cash Law the “Great Western” loves to name,

The tone our foreign policy pervading; The Corn Laws, none of these we care to blame,

Our evils we refer to over-trading.

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