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and spent ;

««• Poor Edward knows but how to With universal nose. spend,

I could hear the passengers snorting-
And thrifty Tom to hoard ; I envied their disporting
Let Thomas be the steward then, Vainly I was courting
And Edward be the lord ;

The pleasure of a doze !
And as the honest laborer
Is worthy his reward,

So I lay, and wondered why light “" I pray Prince Ned, my second son, And the glimmer of the skylight,

Came not, and watched the twilight, And my successor dear,

That shot across the deck ;
To pay to his intendant
Five hundred pounds a year ;

And the binnacle pale and steady,

And the dull glimpse of the dead-eye,
And to think of his old father,
And live and make good cheer.”

And the sparks in fiery eddy
That whirled from the chimney

neck.
Such was old Brentford's honest testa. In our jovial floating prison

ment, He did (levise his moneys forthe best, There was sleep from fore to mizzen,

And never

star had risen And lies in Brentford church in

The lazy sky to speck. peaceful rest. Prince Edward lived, and money made

Strange company we harbored ; But his good sire was wrong, it is We'd a hundred Jews to larboard, confess'd

Unwashel, uncombed, un barberer To say his soul, young Thomas, never Jews black, and brown, and gray ; lent.

With terror it would seize ye, He did. Young Thomas lent at in- And make your souls uneasy, terest,

To see those Rabbis greasy, And nobly took his twenty-five per Who did naught but scratch and cent.

pray:

Their dirty children puking Long time the famous reign of Nel Their dirty saucepans cooking en lurer

Their dirty fingers hooking O'er Chiswick, Fulham, Brentford, Their swarming fleas away.

Putney, kew, But of extravagance le nc'er was cured.

To starboardl, Turks and Greeks wereAnd when both died, as mortal men

Whiskered and brown their cheeks will do, 'Twas commonly reported that the Enormous wide their breeks were, steward

Their pipes did puff alway; Was very much the richer of the Each on his mat allotted

In silence smoked anıl squatted, two.

Whilst rounıl their chilíren trotted

In pretty, pleasant play.
THE WHITE SQUALL.

He can't but smile who traces

The smiles on those brown faces, Ox deck, beneath the awning,

And the pretty, prattling graces
I dozing lay and yawning;

Of those small heathens gay.
It was the gray of dawning,
Ere yet the sun arose ;

And so the hours kept tolling,
And above the funnel's roaring, And through the ocean rolling,
And the fitful wind's deploring, Went the brave “ Iberia " bowling
I heard the cabin snoring

Before the break of day

were »

When A SQUALL, upon a sudden, Then all the feas in Jewry
Came o'er the water's scudding ; Jumped up and bit like fury;
And the clouds began to gather, And the progeny of Jacob
And the sea was lashed to lather, Did on the main-deck wake up
And the lowering thunder grumbled, I wot those greasy

Rabbins And the lightning jumped and tum. Would never pay for cabins); bleu,

And each man moaned and jabbered And the ship, and all the ocean,

in
Woke up in wild commotion. His filthy Jewish gaberdine,
Then the wind set up a howling, In woe and lamentation,
And the poodle dog a yowling, And howling consternation.
And the cocks begiu a crowing, And the splashing water drenches
And the old cow raised a lowing, Their dirty brats and wenches ;
As she heard the tempest blowing ; And they crawl from bales and
And fowls and geese did cackle,

benches
And the cordage and the tackle In a hundred thousand stenches.
Began to shriek aud crackle ;
And the spray dashed o'er the funnels,

This was the White Squall famous, And down the deck in runnels :

Which latterly o'ercame iis, And the rushing water soaks all,

And which all will well remember From the seamen in the fo'ksal

On the 28th September ;
To the stokers whose black faces
Peer ont of their berl-places ;

When a Prussian captain of Lancers And the captain he was bawling,

(Those tight-laced, whiskered pran:

cers) Anil the sailors pulling, hauling,

Came on the deck astonished,
And the quarter-deck tarpauling
Was shiverel in the squalling ;

By that wild squall admonished,
And the passengers awaken,

And wondering cried, “ Potztausend, Most pitifully shaken ;

Wie ist der Stürm jetzt brausend ?” And the steward jumps up, and has- Who calmly stood and blew his

And looked at Captain Lewis, For the necessary basins.

Cigar in all the bustle,

And scored the tempest's tussle, Then the Greeks they groaned and How he beat the storm to laughter ;

And oft we've thought thereafter quiverel, And they knelt, and moaned, and with that vain wind conlel wrestle ;

For well he knew his vessel shivered,

And when a wrerk we thought her, As the plunging waters met them,

Anil doomed ourselves to slaughter, And splashed and overset them ; Anil they call in their emergunce

How gayly he fought her,

And through the hubbub bronght her, Upon countless saints anil virgins ; and their marrowbones are benileil,

Anıl as the tempest caught her,

Cried, “ GEORGE ! SOME
And they think the world is ended.

AND-WATER !"
Anil the Turkish women for'ard
Were frightened and behorror'd ; And when, its force expandel,
And shrieking and bewildering, The harmless storm was eniled,
The mothers clutched their children ; And as the sunrise splendial
“ Allah ! Illah !

Came blushing o'er the sea :
Mashallah Bismillah !"

I thought, as day was breaking,
As the warring waters doused them My little girls were waking,
And splashed them and soused them, And smiling, and making
And they called upon the Prophet, A prayer at home for me.
And thought but little of it.

1844.

tenis

BRANDY

The men suing

PEG OF LIMAVADDY.

Riding from Coleraine

(Famed for lovely Kitty), Came a Cockney bound

Unto Derry eity; Weary was his soul,

Shivering and sad, he Bumped along the road

Leads to Limavaddy.

Mountains stretch'd around,

Glooiny was their tinting, And the horse's hoofs

Made a dismal clinting; Wind upon the heath

Howling was and piping, On the heath and bog,

Black with many a snipe in. Mid the boys of black,

Silver pools were flashing, Crows upon their sides

Picking were and splashing. Cockney on the car

Closer folds his plaidy, Grumbling at the road

Leads to Limavaddy.

Landlady within

Sits and knits a stocking, With a wary foot

Baby's cradle rocking. To the chimney nook

Having found admittance, There I watch a pup.

Playing with two kittens ; (Playing round the fire,

Which of blazing turf is, Roaring to the pot

Which bubbles with the murphies.) And the cradled babe

Fond the mother nursed it, Singing it a song

As she twists the worsted ! Up and down the stair

Two more young ones patter (Twius were never seen

Dirtier nor fatter). Both have mottled legs,

Both have snubby noses, Both have — Here the host

Kindly interposes : “Sure you must be froze

With the sleet and hail, sir : So will you have some punch,

Or will you have some ale, sir?" Presently a maid

Enters with the liquor (Half a pint of ale

Frothing in a beaker). Gads ! I didn't know

What my beatir:g heart meant : Hebe's self I thought

Entered the apartment. As she came she smiled,

And the smile bewitching, On my word and honor,

Lighted all the kitchen ! With a curtsy neat

Greeting the new comer, Lovely, smiling Peg

Offers me the rummer; But my trembling hand

Up the beaker tilted, And the glass of ale

Every drop I spilt it: Spilt it every drop

(Dames, who read my volumes, Pardon such a word)

On my what-d'ye-call-'ems!

Through the crashing woods

Altumn brawl'd and bluster'd, Tossing round about

Leaves the hue of mustard ; Yonder lay Lough Foyle,

Which a storm was whipping, Covering with mist

Lake, and shores and shipping. Up and down the hill

(Nothing could be bolder), Horse went with a raw

Bleeding on his shoulder. “Where are horses changed ?".

Said I to the laddy Driving on the box :

• Sir, at Limavaddy."

Limavaddy inn's

But a humble bait-house, Where you may procure

Whiskey and potatoes ; Landlord at the door

Gives a smiling welcome To the shivering wights

Who to his hotel come.

Airy as a fay,

Graceful as a duchess ; Bare her rounded arm,

Bare her little leg is, Vestris never show'd

Ankles like to Peggy's. Braided is her hair,

Soft her look and modest, Slim her little waist

Comfortably bodiced.

This I do declare,

Happy is the laddy Who the heart can share

Or Peg of Limavaddy. Married if she were

Blest would be the daddy Of the children fair

of Peg of Limavaddy. Beauty is not rare

In the land of Paddy, Fair beyond compare

Is Peg of Limavaddy.

Witnessing the sight

Of that dire disaster, Out began to laugh

Missis, inaid, and master; Such a merry peal

'Specially Miss Peg's was, (As the glass of ale

Trickling down my legs was,) That the joyful sound

Of that mingling laughter Echoed in my ears

Many a long day after. Such a silver peal !

In the meadows listening, You who've heard the bells

Ringing to a christening ; You who ever heard

Caradori pretty, Sniling like an angel,

Singing “ Giovinetti;" Faney Peggy's laugh,

Sweet, and clear, and cheerful, At my pantaloons

With half a piut of beer full ! When the laugh was done,

Peg, the pretty lussy, Moved about the room

Wonderfully busy ; Now she looks to see

If the kettle keep hot ; Now she rubs the spoons,

Now she cleaus the teapot ; Now she sets the cups

Trimly and secure : Now she scours a pot,

And so it was I drew her. Thus it was I drew her

Scouring of a kettle, (Faith! her blushing cheeks

Redden'd on the metal !) Ah ! but 'tis in vain

That I try to sketch it ; The pot perhaps is like,

But Peggy's face is wretched. No! the best of lead

And of indian-rubber Never could depict

That sweet kettle-scrubber !

Citizen or Squire,

Tory, Whig, or Radi. cal would all desire

Peg of Limavaddy. Had I Homer's fire,

Or that of Serjeant Taddy, Meetly I'd admire

Peg of Limavaddy. Aud till I expire,

Or till I grow mad I Will sing unto my lyre

Pug of Limavaddy!

MAY-DAY ODE.

But yesterday a naked sod
The dandies sheered from Rotten

Row,
And cantered o'er it to and fro:

And see 'tis done!
As though 'twere by a wizard's rod

A blazing arch of Incid glass
Leaps like a fountain from the grass

To meet the sun!

See her as she moves

Scarce the ground she touches,

A quiet green but few days since, Pass underneath the shining arch,

With cattle browsing in the shade : 'Neath which the leafyelnsaregreen; And here are lines of bright arcade Ascend unto your throne, 0 Queen ! In order raised !

And take your state. A palace as for fairy Prince,

A rare pavilion, such as man Behold her in her Royal place ;
Saw never since mankind began, A gentle lady ; and the hand
And built and glazed ! That sways the sceptre of this land,

How frail and weak ! A peaceful place it was but now, Soft is the voice, and fair the face :

And lo! within its shining streets She breathes amen to prayer and A inultitude of nations meets;

hymn; A countless throng

No wonder that her eyes are dim, I see beneath the crystal low,

And pale her cheek. And Gaul and German, Russ and Turk,

This moment round her empire's shores Each with his native handiwork The winds of Austral winter sweep, And busy tongue.

And thousands lie in midnight sleep

At rest to-day. I felt a tbrill of love and awe

Oh ! awful is that crown of yours,
To mark the different garb of each, Queen of innumerable realms
The changing tongue, the various Sitting beneath the budding elms
speech

Of English May !
Together blent :
A thrill, methinks, like His who saw A wondrous sceptre 'tis to bear :

“All people dwelling upon earth Strange mystery of God which set
Praising our God with solemn mirth Upon her brow yon coronet,
And one consent."

The foremost crown

Of all the worll, on one so fair ! High Sovereign, in your Royal state, That chose her to it from her birth,

Captains, and chiefs, and councillors, And bade the sons of all the earth
Before the lofty palace doors

To her bow down.
Are open set,
Hush ! ere you pass the shining gate; The representatives of man

Hush! ere the heaving curtain draws, Here from the far Antipodes,
And let the Royal pageant pause

And from the subject Indian seas,
A moment yet.

In Congress meet ;

From Afric and from Hindustan, People and prince a silence keep! From Western continent and isle,

Bow coronet and kingly crown, The envoys of her empire pile
Helmet and plume, bow lowly down,

Gifts at her feet ;
The while the priest,
Before the splendid portal step,

Our brethren cross the Atlantic tides, (While still the wondrous banquet Loading the gallant decks which stays,)

once From Heaven supreme a blessing

Roared a defiance to our guns, prays

With peaceful store ; Upon the feast.

Symbol of peace, their vessel rides!

O'er English waves float Star and Then onwards let the triumph march ; Stripe,

Then let the loud artillery roll, And firm their friendly anchors gripe
And trumpets ring, and joy-bells

The father short !
toll,
And pass the gate.

* The U. S. frigate “St. Lawrence.”

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