MIDNIGHT MUSINGS. "Hence! avaunt! The world is wide; Brighter spots may soon be found; Where thy prowess can be tried On a happier hunting-ground. Seek thy prey across the seas, In the wild Antipodes ! "Vex not thou the poet's brain; Let him sleep and let him snore ; Cut-but never come again; Fly, farewell for evermore. Leave me cradled in repose, Silent, all except the nose." Thus the bard's unsleeping lyre Was it flea, or was it worse? Gentle reader, spare your smiles; 'Twas a cat upon the tiles ! 215 OH, AGONY! OY is a myth to me, mirth is a mockery; Peace has departed and comes not again. Long did I riot in healthful security, Treading on roses unmixed with a thorn; Little I thought that my fate and futurity Haply might plant on my trotters a corn. Lost are the days when my lot was a shiny one ;- Never again shall I feel the tranquillity Born of a foot and a conscience at ease : Never again don a boot with facility, Free from a sigh and a cry and a squeeze. OH, AGONY! Some of my friends say I ought to put oil on it: Others that vinegar acts as a cure. 217 Vainly I've wasted my time and my toil on it ;— Daily and nightly my merciless visitor Brings to a stop my poetical ponderings P "A MERRY CHRISTMAS." HE words are blithe and full of cheer; From year to year sound ever dearer. And yet we know the words are vain ; When small but mirth-compelling jokes When kissing shall by favour go, And lovely Woman stoops to holly. A MERRY CHRISTMAS. When old, and young, and middle-aged- The widowed, wedded, fresh-engaged, 66 Merry?"—When all around is bright? "Merry?"—Ay, marry; now or never. The churl that cannot laugh to-night May give the habit up for ever. One week in all the fifty-two Is little time to give to laughter; Come, join the revel, cynic, do! Although a cynic ever after. Come, choose a seasonable strain, And shout we all, with might and main— PRINTED BY BALLANTYNE, HANSON AND CO. 219 |