Whereby he made a sort of vow,
In sympathizing with the Cow,
To give her half his rum;

"An oath from which he never swerved, For surely as the rum was served

He shared the cheering dram;
And kindly gave one half at least,
Or more, to the complaining beast,
Who took it like a lamb.

"At last with overclouding skies
A breeze again began to rise,
That stiffened to a gale:

Steady, steady, and strong it blew ;
And were not we a joyous crew,
As on the Jolly Planter flew
eneath a press of sail!

"Swiftly the Jolly Planter flew,
And were not we a joyous crew,
At last to sight the land!

A glee there was on every brow,
That like a Christian soul the Cow
Appeared to understand.

"And was not she a mad-like thing,
To land again and taste the spring,
Instead of fiery glass:

About the verdant meads to scour,
And snuff the honeyed cowslip flower,
And crop the juicy grass!

Whereby she grew as plump and hale

As any beast that wears a tail,

Her skin as sleek as silk;

And through all parts of England now

Is grown a very famous Cow,

By giving Rum-and-Milk!"

ON

A REFLECTION

NEW YEAR'S EVE.

"THOSE Evening Bells,-those Evening Bells!" How sweet they used to be and dear!

When full of all that Hope foretells,

Their voice proclaimed the new-born Year!

But ah! much sadder now I feel,

To hear that old melodious chime,

Recalling only how a Peel

Has tax'd the comings-in of Time!

SKIPPING.

A MYSTERY.

LITTLE Children skip,

The rope so gayly gripping,
Tom and Harry,
Jane and Mary,

Kate, Diana,

Susan, Anna,

All are fond of skipping!

The Grasshoppers all skip,
The early dew-drop sipping,
Under, over,

Bent and clover,
Daisy, sorrel,

Without quarrel,

All are fond of skipping!

The tiny Fairies skip,

At midnight softly tripping, Puck and Peri,

Never weary,

With an antic,

Quite romantic,

All are fond of skipping!

The little Boats they skip, Beside the heavy Shipping, While the squalling Winds are calling, Falling, rising,

Rising, falling,

All are fond of skipping!

The pale Diana skips,

The silver billows tipping,

With a dancing
Lustre glancing

To the motion

Of the ocean,
All are fond of skipping!

The little Flounders skip,

When they feel the dripping;
Scorching, frying,
Jumping, trying

If there is not

Any shying,

All are fond of skipping!

The very Dogs they skip,
While threatened with a whipping,
Wheeling, prancing,

Learning dancing

To a measure,
What a pleasure!

All are fond of skipping!

The little Fleas they skip,

And nightly come a nipping
Lord and Lady,

Jude and Thady,

In the night

So dark and shady,

All are fond of skipping!

The Autumn Leaves they skip,

When blasts the trees are stripping;

Bounding, whirling,

Sweeping, twirling,

And in wanton

Mazes curling,

All are fond of skipping!

The Apparitions skip,

Some mortal grievance ripping,
Thorough many

A crack and cranny
And the keyhole

Good as any,

All are fond of skipping!