Now Sandy to the wars was gane, And Janette left to mourn; When blear-eyed Meg came to her cot, "Dear lass," she cried, "I'll spae thy lot, Sweet Janette of the Green. "Soon shall thy Sandy be a ghaist, Aroint thee, wutch!-thou'st driv'n me daft, And Madness strikes its rankled shaft But soon young Sandy comes again, The wretch that spaed her Sandy slain . And Sandy in the heart doth reign Of Janette of the Green. HENRY AND LUCY. (Mrs. Opie.) ROUND youthful Henry's restless bed, He loved far more than all the rest. For Henry on his death-bed lay. The fatal truth the sufferer read In weeping Lucy's downcast eye; "And must I, must I, then," he said, 'Ere thou art mine, my Lucy, die? No-deign to grant my last, last prayer, "Twould soothe thy lover's parting breath, Would'st thou with me to church repair, 'Ere yet I feel the stroke of Death! "For, trust me, love, I shall my life With something like to joy resign, If I but once may call thee wife, And, dying, claim and hail thee mine." He ceased, and Lucy checked the thought That he might at the altar die— The with such true love was fraught, prayer How could she such a prayer deny? They reached the church,-her cheek was wan With chilling fears of coming woe, But triumph, when the rites began, Lent Henry's cheek a flattering glow. The nuptial knot was scarcely tied, When Henry's eye strange lustre fired; "She's mine! she's mine!" he falt'ring cried, And in that throb of joy expired. A SOLDIER and a sailor once By Cupid were betrayed; Both fell in love-oh, dire mischance, With the same black-eyed maid. The sailor by a cannon-shot, Was of a leg bereft, And, from that time, it was his lot To have but one leg left. Tol lol de rol, de rol, dol lol, dol lol, tol de rel, 'Twas Molly Cook their love possessed, Tol lol de rol, &c. One day the sailor he came there, "Oh, charming Molly Cook," he cried, Tol lol de rol, &c. Poor Molly, as you all will guess, And, moping, went (how could she less?) Says she," how will you have them drest, Quoth he, "Dear Moll, I like 'em best Tol lol de rol, &c. O, THE ACCENTS OF LOVE. O, the accents of Love! can they ever again When o'er my life's lord the deep floods of the main Now darkly and mournfully roll? O, no! let them search in my Algernon's grave, Would they learn where my heart is entombed; Let them pierce to those chambers beneath the dark wave No sun-beam hath ever illumed. But let them not hope to revive it with sighs, Or reach it with accents of love; "Twill mock their endeavours, for, buried, it lics, With fathomless waters above. THE ELECTRICAL EXPERIMENTALIST. In Fame's great book I claim a page, As theirs, an equal right is mine, SPOKEN.] And in positive contravention of all positive theories on electricity, I am positively attractive, both as an electric and magnetic body; combining the positive double power in my own single substance; ecce signum. And, although I have never yet positively set the Thames on fire, I WHEN laughing young Erin, great Neptune's fair positively intend to do it; all easy enough to me, daughter, First raised her soft bosom the green waves above, Her long yellow locks floating loose o'er the water, Her sparkling eyes full of lustre and love: The Powers invited, To join in festivity, frolic, and gay; At Neptune's desire, Sol struck up his lyre, And Mars made his trumpet to ring through the place, And Pan piped away As they danced to the lay, While Jupiter thundered a great double bass: All merrily kept tune, To jolly old Neptune, As he struck up a lilt for his daughter's birthday! Gay Cupid soon paid to the nymph his addresses, And Hymen consenting, with amorous joy, Fair Erin returning his tender caresses, From their union proceeded a tight Irish boy! And surely his daddy, To honour young Paddy, Invited the gods to a bit of a lunch; Mars, to grace the young fellow, And Venus with beauty-Apollo with wit as I can positively strike fire from a basin of cold water with a snap of my finger! I am an electrical phenomenon and a magnetical prodigy! so don't be alarmed if I negatively set you in a blaze with the first, because I can positively quench it with the last, by attracting merry water from your eyes, enough to drown you in before I put you out, roasted and boiled, and electrically well cooked! But before I proceed farther with either electrics or non-electrics, let me entreat you, as I am a queer compound, an electrical amalgamation of quiz and quicksilver,-not to mistake a philosopher for an old clothes man; for, suffer me to add, it would be an insufferable degradation for an electrician to be taken for a barking tailor, because he barks his merits to the tune of a real scientific- Bow, wow, wow! The grand electrical machine That you, my coated jars, I mean, But when your sides, full charged, are by The electrometer then I, To draw it off in laughter. SPOKEN.] I am in myself a complete magazine of electric fun and fulminating oddity;-a walking machins of electrical comicality: my head is the cylinder, my brain the rubber, and my tongue the conductor of the fire of electric fancy; so, while at full work in experimental operation, don't be surprised if I should happen to explode all at once! At any rate, I shall endeavour all I can to go off with a good loud report at last, like an electrical meteor or Congreve rocket, only with the difference of having no hissing at my tail! Don't admire snakes at all; and never could abide goose in my life, although a natural philosopher. However, I shall be satisfied now with proving myself an effective experimentalist of the first order in the scientific Bow, wow, wow! While trying An electrifying Bow, wow, wow! cash By positive electric FLASH, But joke;-multus in cause is; Loud positive APPLAUSE is! SPOKEN.] That is positive electricity, and-Oh! it is omnis in omnibus to me! no other hope or wish, pro multum lucri, of any thing but that. Few electricians would be content with that though, by-theby; and there are plenty of electricians, too. There is your pickpocket, he is an electrician of the first practice! His digits are all positive electrics; every thing he touches becomes electric, but are negative electrics if he miss them; he gives the shock to many, yet never receives the shock himself, till Mr. Nab touches him! The tailor is an electrician, who only knows of one positive electric, and that is cabbage! The brewer's poselectric is the chymist's poison-box: the gin-spin ner's and the baker's electrics come from the same shop; and then we have doctors and butchers, parsons and pump-builders, barristers and blockmakers, proctors and pigeon-fanciers, judges and Jew-jugglers, dukes and dancing-masters, prime ministers, pastry-cooks, fox-hunters, fishmongers, barons, blacking-makers, barrow-men, bishops, barbers, bell-hangers, bugle-blowers, bankers, and brush-makers; captains, costermongers, lords and lumbermen, with a long LINE of et cæteras, all of whom are electricians in their own way, having their electrics positive and negative, as best may suit their purposes, although they don't explode with the same eclat in going off that I do, in a positive electric body of experimental Bow, wow, wow! In trying Last electrifying Bow, wow, wow! THE ROSE OF AFFECTION. (M. J. Sullivan.) THE rose which you gave me at parting, my fair, No longer its odours can perfume the air, And even the life-pulse must cease in my heart, My solace it THEN JOIN THE CRY, AND HAIL THE MORN. (Arnold.) I LOVE to rise at early morn, To hail the sun's first cheering ray; I love to see, with downcast eye, Then join the cry, and hail the morn, divorce. In deaf'ning concert shall their ponderous ham- Now, as more vivid and intense each splinter flies, And waking anchorsmiths await the look'd for change, Longing with all their force the ardent mass to smite, When issuing from the fire arrayed in dazzling white. ERE AROUND THE HUGE OAK. ERE around the huge oak, that o'ershadows yon mill, The fond ivy had dar'd to entwine; Ere the church was a ruin that nods on the hill, Could I trace back the time, of a far distant date, For my child I've preserv'd it, unblemish'd with shame, And it still from a spot shall go free. THE TAILOR OF LEICESTER; OR, THE DEVIL AND THE COBBLER'S WIFE. Air-" Dame Durden."-(Bryant.) Oh! there was upon my life! The cobbler's wife was soon struck dead, To limbo went, and the devil, 'tis said, He sent her back again; For 'twas fight and scratch, Oh! it was, upon my life! It was rant and roar, With the devil and cobbler's wife. LOVELY PEGGY. (Garrick.) ONCE more I'll tune the vocal shell, That burns for thee, my Peggy. And bloom of lovely Peggy? As does my lovely Peggy. When Zephyr on the vi'let blows, I stole a kiss the other day, To please my lovely Peggy; While bees from flow'r to flow'r still rove, So long shall I love Peggy. MY KATHLEEN DEAR. THE morning was fine, and the month was July, The sun in the east it illumined the sky, When I first met my Kathleen, My dear little Kathleen-my Kathleen dear. My dear little Kathleen-my Kathleen dear. She sung a new ballad, and when her voice thrilled, You'd swear the whole garden with music was filled, So sweet sung my Kathleen, My dear little Kathleen-my Kathleen dear. As she sat at the door one fine afternoon, My dear little Kathleen-my Kathleen dear. She caught a sad cold which fell on her chest, My dear little Kathleen-my Kathleen dear. Is the robin that in the church-yard buildsit's nest, My dear little Kathleen-my Kathleen dear. He was so bad, he took to's bed, Ri tiddle lol, &c. GREGORY RED TAIL. But a flat fish, soon, she made of her mate, Oh! the oyster, the oyster, She dipped her gills in morning purl, With this bullocking rib of mine, Oh! the oyster, &c. The very first week that we were wed, I found Sam Dab with her in bed, I showed him fight, but he played so rough, He pommelled my sconce, and he gave me enough, But I'll be quits with this Jezebel yet, If I go to the lawyers, I know very well, They'l swallow the oyster and tip me the shell, FAITHFUL POLL. (Dibdin.) WOULD'ST thou know, my lad, why every tar Finds with his lass such cheer, 'Tis all because he nobly goes, And braves each boisterous gale that blows, To fetch from climates near and far Her messes and her gear. For this, around the world Jack sails, For this, when safe and sound come back, Ere Poll can make the kettle boil To China for the tea. To please her taste, thus faithful Jack While, grateful, safe and sound come back, Morocco shoes her Jack provides, Her petticoat, of orient hue, Leghorn adorns her head. |