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and spent ;
««• Poor Edward knows but how to With universal nose. spend,
I could hear the passengers snorting-
The pleasure of a doze !
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 ;
And the binnacle pale and steady,
And the dull glimpse of the dead-eye,
And the sparks in fiery eddy
ment, He did (levise his moneys forthe best, There was sleep from fore to mizzen,
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.
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.
He can't but smile who traces
The smiles on those brown faces, Ox deck, beneath the awning,
And the pretty, prattling graces
Of those small heathens gay.
And so the hours kept tolling,
Before the break of day
When A SQUALL, upon a sudden, Then all the feas in Jewry
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,
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 ;
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,
By that wild squall admonished,
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
Came blushing o'er the sea :
I thought, as day was breaking,
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.
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."
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
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!
But yesterday a naked sod
And see 'tis done!
A blazing arch of Incid glass
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 ;
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,
Of English May !
“All people dwelling upon earth Strange mystery of God which set
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
To her bow down.
Hush! ere the heaving curtain draws, Here from the far Antipodes,
And from the subject Indian seas,
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
Gifts at her feet ;
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
The father short !
* The U. S. frigate “St. Lawrence.”