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To keep one sacred flame

Through life, unchill'd unmoved;
To love, in wintry age the same
That first in youth we lov'd;
To feel that we adore

To such refined excess,

That though the heart would break witlrmore,
We could not live with less ;

This is love-faithful love,-
Such as saints might feel above!

COME, LADS.

COME, lads, life's a whirligig;

Round we whisk

With a joyous frisk,

And till death stops the turn of our twirligig,
Merry-go-round's the life for me.

You, standing surly there,
You, with the curly hear,
Dick, that's laughing here

Tom, that's quaffing here,
You too, my gipsy lass,

Spite of your lips, alas;

All must give up this world of glee.

Then come, lads, life's a whirligig;

Round we whisk

With a joyous frisk,

And till death stops the turn of our twirligig, Merry-go-round's the life for me.

Time's short--but we'll have our fun of it;

Life a race is,

That tries our paces,

And, when mirth makes a good run of it,
Devil may take hindmost for me.
Lads that love filling bowls,

Girls that have willing souls
These can sooth the way,
Roll life smooth away.

While there's a glass to drink,

While there's a lass to wink,

Who would give up this world of glee?
So come, lads, life's a whirligig, &c. &c.

DEAR AUNT !

DEAR aunt! in the olden time of love,
When women like slaves were spurn'd,
A maid gave her heart, as she would her
glove,

To be teazed by a fop, and—return'd ; But women grow wiser as men improve, "And though beaux like monkeys amuse us, Oh! think not we'd give such a delicate gem As the heart, to be play'd with or sullied b them;

No-dearest aunt! excuse us.

We may know by the head on Cupid's seal
What impression the heart will take;

If shallow the head, oh! soon we feel
What a poor impression 'twill make.

Though plagued, heaven knows! by the foolish

zeal

Of the fondling fop who pursues me,

Oh! think not I'd follow their desperate rule, Who get rid of the folly by wedding the fool; No-dearest aunt! excuse me.

WHEN CHARLES WAS DECEIVED.

WHEN Charles was deceiv'd by the maid he loved,

We saw no cloud his brow o'ercasting, But proudly he smiled as if gay and unmoved, Though the wound in his heart was deep and lasting;

And often at night when the tempest roll'd, He sung as he paced the dark deck over, "Blow, wind, blow! thou art not so cold

As the heart of a maid that deceives her lover!"

Yet he lived with the happy,and seem'd to be gay, Tho' the wound but sunk more deep for con

cealing;

And fortune threw many a thorn in his way, Which, true to one anguish, he trod without feeling;

And, still by the frowning of fate unsubdued, He sung, as if sorrow had placed him above her,

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Frown, fate, frown! thou art not so rude

As the heart of a maid that deceives her lover!"

At length his career found a close in death, The close he long wish'd to his cheerless roving,

For victory shone on his latest breath,

And he dies in a cause of his heart's approving;

But still he remember'd his sorrow, and still
He sung till the vision of his life was over,
Come, death, come! thou art not so chill
As the heart of the maid that deceived her
lover!"

ORATOR PUFF.

MR. ORATOR PUFF had two tones in his voice, The one squeaking thus, and the other down

so;

In each sentence he utter'd he gave you your

choice,

For one half was B alt. and the rest G below. Oh! oh! orator Puff,

One voice for one orator's surely enough.

But he still talk'd away, spite of coughs and of frowns,

So distracting all ears with his ups and his downs, If shanow

What a f

That a wag once, on hearing the orator say "My voice is for war," ask'd him which of them, pray?

Oh! oh! &c.

Reeling homewards, one evening, top-heavy with gin,

And rehearsing his speech on the weight of the crown,

He tripped near a saw-pit, and tumbled right in, “Sinking fund," the last words as his noddle came down,

Oh! oh! &c.

"Good lord!" he exclaimed, in his he and she

tones,

"Help me out-help me out-I have broken my bones!"

"Help you out!" said a Paddy who pass'd "what a bother!

Why, there's two of you there; can't you help one another?"

Oh! oh! &c.

HERE IS THE LIP THAT BETRAY'D.

HERE is the lip that betray'd,

Here is the blue eye that warm'd;

Lips for bewildering made!

Eyes for enamouring form'd!

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