And that chill Nova-Scotia's unpromising strand Well-peace to the land! may the people, at length, Unblest is the freedom and dreary the flight, Farewell to the few I have left with regret. May they sometimes recall, what I cannot forget, That communion of heart and that parley of soul Which has lengthened our nights and illumined our bowl, I told them each luminous trait that I knew, But, Douglas! while thus I endear to my mind Where the day comes in darkness, or shines but to freeze, When hope smooths the billowy path of our prow, But see!-the bent topsails are ready to swellTo the boat-I am with thee-Columbia, farewell! TO LADY H VAN OLD RING FOUND AT TUNBRIDGE-WELLS. Tunbridge-Wells, August 1805. WHEN Grammont graced these happy springs, And Tunbridge saw, upon her pantiles, The merriest wight of all the kings That ever ruled these gay gallant isles; Like us, by day, they rode, they walked, The only different trait is this, That woman then, if man beset her, Was rather given to saying "yes," Because as yet she knew no better! Each night they held a coterie, Where every fear to slumber charmed, Lovers were all they ought to be, And husbands not the least alarmed! They called up all their school-day pranks, And lords showed wit, and ladies teeth. As-"Why are husbands like the Mint?" That give a currency to beauty. "Why is a garden's wildered maze Like a young widow, fresh and fair?” Because it wants some hand to raise The weeds which "have no business there!" And thus they missed, and thus they hit, And now they struck, and now they parried, And some lay in of full-grown wit, While others of a pun miscarried. 'Twas one of those facetious nights That Grammont gave this forfeit ring But see!-the bent topsails are ready to swellTo the boat-I am with thee-Columbia, farewell! TO LADY H V AN OLD RING FOUND AT TUNBRIDGE-WELLS. Tunbridge-Wells, August 1805. WHEN Grammont graced these happy springs, And Tunbridge saw, upon her pantiles, The merriest wight of all the kings That ever ruled these gay gallant isles; Like us, by day, they rode, they walked, The only different trait is this, That woman then, if man beset her, Was rather given to saying "yes," Because as yet she knew no better! Each night they held a coterie, Where every fear to slumber charmed, Lovers were all they ought to be, And husbands not the least alarmed! They called up all their school-day pranks, And lords showed wit, and ladies teeth. As-"Why are husbands like the Mint?" That give a currency to beauty. "Why is a garden's wildered maze Like a young widow, fresh and fair?" Because it wants some hand to raise The weeds which "have no business there!" And thus they missed, and thus they hit, And now they struck, and now they parried, And some lay in of full-grown wit, While others of a pun miscarried. 'Twas one of those facetious nights That Grammont gave this forfeit ring |