I SAW THE MOON RISE CLEAR. / 'Why thus in darkness lie ?' whispered I saw the moon rise clear

young Love,

'Thou, whose gay hours should in sunO'er hills and vales of snow,

shine move. Nor told my tleet reindeer

I ne'er,' said the Dial, 'have seen the The track I wished to go.

warm sun, But quick he bounded forth;

So noonday and midnight to me, Love, For well my reindeer knew

are one.' I've but oue path on earthThe path which leads to you,

Then Love took the Dial away from the

shade, The gloom that winter cast

And placed her where Heaven's beam How soon the heart forgets !

warmly played. When summer brings, at last,

There she reclined, beneath Love's The sun that never sets. So dawned my love for you ;

gazing eye,

While, all marked with sunshine, her Thus chasing every pain,

hours flew by. Than summer sun more true,

Oh ! how,' said the Dial, 'can any 'Twill never set again.

fair maid, That's born to be shone upon, rest in

the shade?' JOYS THAT PASS AWAY.

But night now comes on, and the sun. Joys that pass away like this,

beam's o'er, Alas! are purchased dear,

And Love stops to gaze on the Dial no

more. If every beam of bliss Is followed by a tear.

Then cold and neglected, while bleak

rain and winds Fare thee well! oh, fare thee well! Soon, too soon thou'st broke the spell.

Are storming around her, with sorrow

she finds Oh! I ne'er can love again

That Love had but numbered a few The girl whose faithless art Could break so dear a chain,

sunny hours,

And left the remainder to darkness and And with it break my heart.

showers Once, when truth was in those eyes,

How beautiful they shone ! But now that lustre flies,

LOVE AND TIME. For truth, alas ! is gone.

'Tis said—but whether true or not Fare thee well! oh, fare thee well!

Let bards declare who've seen 'em How I've loved my hate shall tell. Oh ! how lorn, how lost would prove

That Love and Time have only got Thy wretched victim's fate,

One pair of wings between 'em. If, when deceived in love,

In courtship's first delicious hour,

The boy full oft can spare 'em,
He could not fly to hate !

So, loitering in his lady's bower,
He lets the

gray-beard wear 'em.

Then is Time's hour of play ; LOVE AND THE SUN-DIAL. Oh! how he lies away! YOUNG Love found a Dial once, in a But short the moments, short as bright, dark shade,

When he the wings can borrow ;. Where man ne'er had wandered nor If Time to-day has had his flight, sunbeam played :

Love takes his turn to-morrow.

Ah! Time and Love ! your change is Oh! if to love thee more then

Each hour I nuinber o'erThe saddest and most trying,

If this a passion be When one begins to limp again,

Worthy of thee, And t'other takes to flying.

Then be happy, for thus I adore thee. Then is Love's hour to stray; Charms may wither, but feeling shall Oh! how he flies away!

last:

All the shadow that e'er shall fall o'er But there's a nymph-whose chains I thee, feel,

Love's light summer-cloud sweetly And bless the silken fetter

shall cast. Who knows-the dear one !-how to deal

Rest, dear bosom! no sorrow shall pain With Love and Time much better. thee, So well she checks their wanderings, Sighs of pleasure aloneshalt thou steal; So peacefully she pairs 'em,

Beam, bright eyelid ! no weeping shall That Love with her ne'er thinks of stain thee, wings,

Tears of rapture alone shalt thou feel And Time for ever wears 'em.

Oh! if there be a charm
This is Time's holiday ;

In love, to banish harm-
Oh ! how he flies away !

If pleasure's truest spell

Be to love well,

Then be happy, for thus I adore thee. LOVE, MY MARY, DWELLS Charms may wither, but feeling shall

last : WITH THEE.

All the shadow that e'er shall fall o'o Love, my Mary, dwells with thee; thee, On thy cheek his ber I see.

Love's light summer-cloud sweetly No-that cheek is pale with care ;

shall cast. Love can find no roses there. 'Tis not on the cheek of rose

LOVE, WANDERING THROUGE Love can find the best repose : In my heart his home thou'lt see ;

THE GOLDEN MAZE. There he lives, and lives for thee.

LOVE, wandering through the golden Love, my Mary, n'er can roam,

Of my beloved's hair, While he makes that eye his home.

Traced every lock with fond delays, No-the eye with sorrow dim Ne'er can be a home for him.

And, doting, lingered there.

And soon he found 'twere vain to fly; Yet, 'tis not in beaming eyes

His heart was close confined, Love for ever warmest lies :

And every curlet was a tieIn my heart bis home thou'lt see;

A chain by beauty twined. There he lives, and lives for thee.

maze

MERRILY EVERY BOSOM LOVE'S LIGHT SUMMER CLOUD.

BOUNDETH. Paix and sorrow shall vanish before us

THE TYROLESE SONG OF LIBERTY. Youth may wither, but feeling will

MERRILY every bosom boundeth, All the shadow that e'er shall fallo'er us, Merrily, oh! merrily, oh! Love's light summer-cloud sweetly Where the song of Freedom soundeth. sball cast.

Merrily, oh! merrily, ob !

last;

ever.

To open

Oft, too, the Corn grows animate, So, on they went, a prosperous crew,

And a whole crop of heads appears, The people wise, the rulers clever, Like Papists, bearding Church and And God help those, like me and State

you, Themselves together by the ears ! Who dared to doubt (as some now

do) While, leaders of the wheat, a row That the Periwinkle Revenue

Of Poppies, gaudily declaiming, Would thus go flourishing on for Like Counsellor O'Bric and Co., Stand forth, somniferously flaming!

"Hurra! hurra !' I heard them say, In short, their torments never cease ;

And oft I wish myself transferred off And they cheered and shouted all the To some far, lonely land of peace,

way, Where Corn or Papists ne'er were

As the Great Panurge in glory went

his own dear Parliament. heard of. Oh waft me, Parry, to the Pole ; But folks at length began to doubt

For-if my fate is to be chosen What all this conjuring was about ; 'Twixt bores and icebergs—on my soul, For, every day, more deep in debt I'd rather, of the two, be frozen! They saw their wealthy rulers get :

Let's look (said they) the items

through,

And see if what we're told be true
THE PERIWINKLES AND THE

Of our Periwinkle Revenue.'
LOCUSTS.

But, lord, they found there wasn't a

tittle A SALMAG UNDIAN HYMN.

Of truth in aught they heard before; *To Panurge was assigned the Lairdship of For they gained by Periwinkles little, Salmagundi, which was yearly worth 6,789,106,789

And lost by Locusts ten times more ! ryals, besides the revenue of the Locusts and Pe. riwinkles, amounting one year with another to Tbese Locusts are a lordly breed the value of 2,425,768,' etc. etc.- Rabelais. Some Salmagundians love to feed. * HURRA! Hurra!' I heard them say,

Of all the beasts that ever were born, And they cheered and shouted all the Your Locust most delights in corn;

And though his body be but small, way,

To fatten him takes the devil and all ! As the Laird of Salmagundi went To open in state his Parliament.

Nor this the worst, for, direr still, The Salmagundians once were rich, Alack, alack, and well-a-day ! Or thought they were -- no matter Their Periwinkles-once the stay which

And prop of the Salmagundian till For, every year, the Revenue?

For want of feeding, all fell ill ! From their periwinkles larger grew; And still, as they thinned and died And their rulers, skilled in all the trick,

away, And legerdemain of arithmetic, The Locusts, ay, and the Locusts' Bill, Knew how to place 1, 2, 3, 4,

Grew fatter and fatter every day! 5, 6, 7, 8, and 9 and 10, Such various ways, behind, before, • Oh fie! oh fie!' was now the cry, That they made a unit seem a score, As they saw the gaudy show go by, And proved themselves most wealthy And the Laird of Salmagundi weut men !

To open his Locust Parliament !

a

he ran,

A CASE OF LIBEL.

The press, the impartial press, that snubs

Alike a fiend's or an angel's capersA CERTAIN old Sprite, who dwells Miss Paton's soon as Beelzebub's— below

Fired off a squib in the morning ('Twere a libel, perhaps, to mention

papers :
where),
Came up incog., some winters ago,

We warn good men to keep aloof
To try, for a change, the London air. From a grim old Dandy, seen about

With a fire-proof wig and a cloven hoof, So well he looked, and dressed, and Through a neat cut Hoby smoking talked,

out.'
And hid his tail and his horns so Now, the Devil being a gentleman,

handy,
You'd hardly bave known him, as he

Who piques himself on his well-bred

dealings,
walked,
From

You may guess, when o'er these lines
or any other Dandy.
(N.B. -His horns, they say, unscrew;

How much they hurt and shocked

his feelings
So he has but to take them out of
the socket,

Away he posts to a man of law,
And-just as some fine husbands do- And oh, 'twould make you laugh
Conveniently clap them into his to 've seen 'em,
pocket. )

As paw shook hand, and hand shook

paw,
In short, he looked extremely natty, And 'twas ‘Hail, good fellow, wel
And even contrived – to his own met,' between 'em.

great wonder -
By dint of sundry scents from Gattie,

Straight an indictment was preferred

And much the Devil enjoyed the jest. To keep the sulphurous hogo under.

When, looking among the judges, he

heard And so my gentleman hoofed about,

That, of all the batch, his own was
Unknown to all but a chosen few

Best.
At White's and Crockford's, where, no
doubt,

In vain Defendant proffered proof
He had many post-obits falling due. That Plaintiff s self was the Father

of Evil-
Alike a gamester and a wit,

Brought Hoby forth to swear to the At night he was seen with Crock- hoof, ford's crew;

And Stultz to speak to the tail of the
At morn with learned dames would Devil.

sit-
So passed his time 'twixt black and

The Jury--saints, all snug and rich,

And readers of virtuous Sunday Wue.

papers Some wished to make him an M.P.;

Found for the Plaintiff ; on hearing

which
But, finding W-lks was also one, he
Was heard to say 'he'd be d-d if he

The Devil gave one of his loftiest
Would ever sit in one house with capers
Johnny.

For oh, it was nuts to the father of lies

(As this wily fiend is named in the At length, as secrets travel fast,

Bible),
And devils, whether he or she, To find it settled by laws so wise,
Are sure to be found out at last,

That the greater the truth, the worst
The affair got wind most rapidly. the libel!

LITERARY ADVERTISEMENT.

WANTED—Authors of all-work, to job for the season,

No matter which party, so faithful to neither :-
Good backs, who, if posed for a rhyme or a reason,

Can manage, like to do without either.
If in gaol, all the better for out-o'-door topics ;

Your gaol is for travellers a charming retreat;
They can take a day's rule for a trip to the Tropics,

And sail round the world, at their ease, in the Fleet.
For Dramatists, too, the most useful of schools-

They may study high life in the King's Bench community :
Aristotle could scarce keep them more within rules,

And of place they're at least taught to stick to the unity.
Any lady or gentleman come to an age

To have good ‘Reminiscences' (threescore, or higher),
Will meet with encouragement--so much per page,

And the spelling and grammar both found by the buyer.
No matter with what their remembrance is stocked,

So they'll only remember the quantum desired ;-
Enough to fill handsomely Two Volumes, oct.,

Price twenty-four shillings, is all that's required.
They may treat us, like Kelly, with old jeux-d'esprits,

Like Reynolds, may boast of each mountebank frolic,
Or kindly inform us, like Madame Genlis,

That gingerbread cakes always give them the colic.
There's nothing at present so popular growing

As your Autobiographers--fortunate elves,
Who manage to know all the best people going,

Without having ever been heard of themselves !
Wanted, also, a new stock of Pamphlets on Corn,

By Farmers' and 'Landholders'-(gemmen, whose lands
Enclosed all in bow-pots, their attics adorn,

Or whose share of the soil may be seen on their hands).
No-Popery Sermons, in ever so dull a vein,

Sure of a market-should they, too, who pen 'em,
Be renegade Papists, like Murtagh O'S-11-v-n,

Something extra allowed for the additional venom.
Funds, Physic, Corn, Poetry, Boxing, Romance,

All excellent subjects for turniug a penny;
To write upon all is an author's sole chance

For attaining, at last, the least knowledge of any. 1 This lady, in her Memoirs, also favours us with her; always desiring that the pills should prith the address of those apothecaries who have

be ordered 'comme pour elle.'

? A gentleman who distinguished himself by from time to time given her pills that agreed his evidence before the Irish Committees.