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What think I now ? Ev’n what I thought before ;-
can say grace at slander's feast, And bless each haut-yout cooked by monk or priest; Leaves the full lie on
-'s gong to swell, Content with half-truths that do just as well ; But duly decks his mitred comrade's flanks, And with him shares the Irish nation's thanks!
So much for you, my Friend! who own a Church,
THE DEVIL'S THOUGHTS.
FROM his brimstone bed at break of day,
A walking the Devil is gone, To visit his
little farm the Earth, And see how his stock goes on.
Over the hill and over the dale,
And he went over the plain, And backward and forward he switched his long tail
As a gentleman switches his cane.
III. And how then was the Devil drest? Oh! he was in his Sunday's best : His jacket was red and his breeches were blue, And there was a hole where the tail came through.
He saw a Lawyer killing a viper
On a dunghill hard by his own stable; And the Devil smiled, for it put him in mind
Of Cain and his brother Abel.
He saw an Apothecary on a white horse
Ride by on his vocations ;
Death in the Revelations.
He saw a cottage with a double coach-house,
A cottage of gentility ;
Thine eyelash on my cheek doth play
'Tis Mary's hand upon my brow! But let me check this tender lay
Which none may hear but she and thou ! Like the still hive at quiet midnight humming, Murmur it to yourselves, ye two beloved women!
FIRST ADVENT OF LOVE
O FAIR is Love's first hope to gentle mind !
As Eve's first star thro’ fleecy cloudlet peeping ; And sweeter than the gentle south-west wind, O’er willowy meads and shadowed waters creeping, And Ceres' golden fields the sultry hind Meets it with brow uplift, and stays his reaping,
I ASKED my fair
, one happy day,
Arethusa, or Lucrece.
“Ah!" replied my gentle fair,
Choose thou whatever suits the line ;
Only, only call me Thine."
LOVE AND FRIENDSHIP OPPOSITE. HER ER attachment may differ from yours in degree,
Provided they are both of one kind; But friendship how tender soever it be
Gives no accord to Love, however refined.
Love, that meets not with Love, its true nature re
vealing, Grows ashamed of itself, and demurs: If you cannot lift hers up to your state of feeling,
You must lower down your state to hers.
NOT AT HOME.
THAT Jealousy may rule a mind
Where Love could never be
Love without Jealousy.
She has a strange cast in her ee,
A swart sour-visaged maid-
His house-mate and his shade.
And she looked to Mr.
And leered like a love-sick pigeon.
He saw a certain minister
(A minister to his mind) Go up
into a certain House, With a majority behind,
The Devil quoted Genesis,
Like a very learned clerk,
into the Ark.”
He took from the poor,
to the rich, And he shook hands with a Scotchman,
For he was not afraid of the
General burning face
He saw with consternation, And back to hell his way did he take, For the Devil thought by a slight mistake
It was general conflagration.