But hold! whose funeral's that! cried John,
Je vous n'entends pas.
What is he gone?

Wealth, fame, and beauty, could not save
Poor Nong tong paw, then, from the grave:
His race is run, his game is up,

I'd with him breakfast, dine, and sup;
But since he chooses to withdraw,

Good night t' ye, Monsieur Nong tong paw.

A favourite Duet.

MAN.

WHEN first a man marries a wife,
Night and day,
Will he pray,

To have children and then
They grow women and men,
Fall in love 'gainst his will,
Or wont love-worse still!
So torment him the rest of his life!

WOMAN.

But remember, dear sir, the delight-
When he sees,

On his knees,

The pert prattlers, and then
When grown women and men,
How he loves to perplex them,
To teaze, cross, and vex them,
And scold them from morning 'till night.

BOTH.

In short there's no peace to be had,
But dissenting
Tormenting,

When in love children tumble,
Still parents must grumble,
What delight,

Day and night,
Still to vex,
And perplex,
Never pleasing,
But teazing;
Still wrangling,
And jangling!

'Tis enough to drive both parties mad

New God save the King.

HARK! from the trump of fame,
George is the favour'd name,
Loud echoes ring:
George, with true glory crown'd,
Shall in our song resound,
Through the wide world around,
God save the King.

Discord now flies away,
Shuns the bright face of day,
Far on the wing:

Britons that peace adore,
Bless'd as in days of yore,
Carol from shore to shore,
God save the King.

Peace like an angel smiles,
And all the British isles
Joyfully sing!

Hailing the blissful day,
Reason's new-daw ning ray,
George, and his lenient sway,
God save the King.

Liberty's bounteous hand
Shall o'er our smiling land
Happiness fling;

Bid, in its wide increase,
Wars and oppression cease,
Tune we the songs of peace,
God save the King.

Sons of Britannia's land,
Let us, a loyal band,
Together cling;

Bold in the glorious cause,
George and Britannia's laws,
Warm as the world's applause,
God save the King.

In Infancy our Hopes and Fears.

IN infancy, our hopes and fears
Were to each other known,
And friendship in our riper years,
Has twin'd our hearts in one:
O clear him then from this offence;
Thy love thy duty prove;
Restore him with that innocence
Which first inspir'd my love.

Contented I am.

CONTENTED I am, and contented I'll be ;
For what can this world more afford,
Than a lass who will sociably sit on my knee,
And a cellar with liquor well stor'd,
My brave boys--

And a cellar with liquor well stor❜d.

My vault-door is open-descend and improve :
That cask, sir, aye, that we will try :
'Tis as rich to the taste as the lips of your love,
And as bright as her cheeks to the eye.

In a piece of slit hoop, see my candle is stuck;
"Twill light us the bottle to hand.

The foot of my glass for the purpose I broke,
For I hate that a bumper should stand.

Sound these pipes, they're in tune; search the binas, they're well fill'd;

View that heap of old hock in the rear;

Yon bottles are Burgundy; mark how they're. pir'd,

Like artillery, tier over tier.

My cellar's my camp; my soldiers my flasks,
All gloriously ranged in view:

When I cast my eyes round, I consider my casks
As kingdoms I've yet to subdue.

Like Macedon's madman, my glass I'll enjoy,
Defying hip, gravel, or gout.

He cried, when he had no more worlds to destroy
I'll weep when my liquor is out.

'Tis my will, when I die, not a tear shall be shed,
NO HIC JACET be cut on my stone;
But pour on my coffin a bottle of red,
And say that his drinking is done.

Aid a Sailor, kind Sirs.

AID a sailor, kind sir, who once felt it his glory,
To fight for his country, his king to defend,
O stop for a moment and hear my sad story,

And deign when 'tis ended my wants to befriend, I once had a sweetheart, whose vows I shall never Forget when she said it would grieve her to part, And that happen what might, she would love me for ever,

If time did not alter the worth of my heart.

We set sail from Plymouth, a French ship gave us battle,

And I was determin'd to conquer or die; Undaunted around me I heard the balls rattle, And lost in the contest an arm and an eye; Yet I thought not the loss of a limb in my duty, To Nancy or me would a sorrow impart; One eye was still left me to gaze on her beauty, And I knew what she priz'd in me most was my heart.