O Boy! and wert thou once a child, On whom two human beings smiled, A creature rosy, plump, and fair, A thing more gentle, laughing, light, And thou, O Dog, with deep-set eyes, Wert thou, like Love, once blind : With helpless limbs of pigmy size, And voice that scarcely whined? How grew your legs so like to his, Reflected in his own? Bravely have both your likeness worn ; Alike, without, within; Brethren ye are, and each was born, Like Happiness, ‘a twin !' Yet can it be, oh, Butcher-boy, Thou com'st of Adam's race? Then Adam's gold has much alloy, Was this his form and face? Art thou descended from the pair Wore Alexander such an air? Look'd Cheops much the same ? And thou, oh, Butcher's cur, is't true From Eden's garden lapped the dew, Yes! those from whom you spring, no doubt, Who lived like dogs and died, Must once have followed Eve about, 1842. And walked by Adam's side. SUCH A DUCK. ONCE Venus, deeming Love too fat, To sup on songs, and dine on wishes. At last, half famished, almost dead, He shot his Mother's Doves for dinner; Young Lilla, passing, shook her head— Cried Love, 'A shot at you, young sinner!' 'Oh, not at me!'-she urged her flight 'I'm neither dove, nor lark, nor starling!' 'No,'-fainting Cupid cried-' not quite; But then-you're such a-duck-my darling !' A SONG OF CONTRADICTIONS. "I am not what I am.'-Iago. THE Passions, in festival meeting, The Passions are not what they seem. Thus Joy, in my singular vision, Sat sobbing and gnashing his teeth; While Gentleness scoffed in derision, And Hope picked the buds from his wreath. Despair, her tight bodice unlacing, With Laughter seemed ready to die; And Hate, her companions embracing, Won each with a smile or a sigh. There Peace bellowed louder and louder, Fear sat on a barrel of powder, And Pleasure stood by in the sulks. Y Here Dignity shoots like a rocket Then Temperance reeling off, quite full, Old Wisdom was worshipping Fashion, At Pride, as she served up the dinner, While Candour shunned all as her foes. |