90 THE MUSIC OF THE PAST. She sang, too-a little-did grandmamma dear;— By letting me hear "Said a Smile to a Tear," I caught but a word of it now and again, Only knowing what one out of twenty meant. We fogies have often a way, it appears (And a way it is folly concealing), Of letting our hearts run away with our ears, Those tones of the past, that have sunk to their tomb, May at present be laughed at as funny ones;I cling to them still in the hours of my gloom, For they carry me back to my sunny ones. A PLAIN COOK. NE Hannah Glasse, a homely dame, A stray quotation as we pass. To dress a Hare.-Attention, please!— "First catch your Hare," says Hannah Glasse. Methinks 'tis easy, reader dear, To find a moral in the phrase.— I've dreamed about a bright career Through half my nights and all my days. By day and night my visions bring A bard's ambition; but, alas ! My Muse is dumb and cannot sing. "First catch your Hare," says Hannah Glasse. 92 A PLAIN COOK. It is not meet the poet's life Should pass untended and alone ;— I'd fain discover in a wife Some heart responsive to my own. No proud patrician would I woo, Nor one of the plebeian class; But something just between the two.— “First catch your Hare," says Hannah Glasse. With just a thousand pounds a year, Proceeding from the Three-per-cents, My future might be pretty clear (With something in the way of rents). But gold is not for such as I; My stock in trade is only brass, I may be wealthy by-and-by. "First catch your Hare," says Hannah Glasse. USED UP. Canada this afternoon They chase the grisly bear, While swarth Kentucky hunts the coon Or seeks the 'possum's lair. Nor coons nor 'possums I pursue, Nor court the bear's embrace; I can but maim a cat or two- The Sallee rover after dark I can but seek the Chelsea boat My life is commonplace. 94 USED UP. The roundelay of rapture fills I scarcely own a trace; Constantinople's minarets Gleam brightly in the sun; The view I get from my domains I can but see Saint Clement Danes-- In Timbuctoo, a blest retreat, Where Instinct stands for Law, Full gladly I would sit and take My meals with such a race; I can but order chop or steak-— |