For the youth whom she treasur'd her heart and her soul in,

Had promis'd to link the last tie before noon;

And when once the young heart of a maiden is stolen, The maiden herself will steal after it soon.

As she look'd in the glass which a woman ne'er misses,
Nor ever wants time for a sly glance or two,
A butterfly, fresh from the night flower's kisses,
Flew over the mirror and shaded her view.
Enraged with the insect for hiding her graces,

She brush'd him-he fell, alas! never to rise"Ah! such," said the girl, " is the pride of our faces, For which the soul's innocence too often dies.

"

While she stole thro' the garden, where heart's-ease was growing,

She cull'd some, and kiss'd off its night-fallen dew; And a rose further on looked so tempting and glowing, That, spite of her haste, she must gather it too; But while o'er the roses too carelessly leaning

Her zone flew in two and the heart's-ease was lost: "Ah! this means," said the girl (and she sigh'd at its meaning),

"That love is scarce worth the repose it will cost !"

THE PULLET.

[CHARLES DIBDIN.]

YOUNG Guillot, a poor simple swain,
Yet with some little cunning at least,
When his conscience no more would contain,
To relieve it would hie to his priest.
"Well, son, what d'ye care to confess?
These young sinners are always in harm !"
"Why, sir, I'm in mighty distress-

I have pilfer'd some eggs from a farm."

"Oh! shameful! and where were they laid!"
"In the hen-house, upon the high shelf."
Cried the priest, "I must stop this vile trade;"-
So the next time took the eggs for himself.
When again to confession he went-

"Well, my son, what has happen'd afresh ?" "Why, you know, sir, we all should repent, When we're carnal, and giv'n to the flesh;Now, my neighbour's sweet daughter"-"Oh! oh! This sweet daughter!-Well?"—"when I would see, Unknown to her father I go;

For I love her-and, sir, she loves me." "And pray, is she handsome ?"-"Oh, dear! She's an angel!—has plenty of pelf!"

"I charge you, no more interfere ;"

For, thought he,-" I'll have her to myself."

"These crimes from your heart you must wean,
You must penance perform, and let blood :-
What's her age?"—"Sir, she's just seventeen.
"Seventeen, and an angel !--that's good!
Oh! you wicked young dog! for this fault
Absolution I never can give,

Till to proper repentance you're brought
And, pray, whereabouts does she live ?"
"A good joke," cried out Guillot, "Ifegs!
Master Priest, I'm not quite such an elf ;-
You must e'en be content with the eggs,-
For the pullet I'll keep for myself.'

HOW SWEET IN THE WOODLANDS.

DUET.

[Music by HARRINGTON.]

How sweet in the woodlands, with fleet hound and

horn,

To awaken shrill echo, and taste the fresh morn; But hard is the chance my fond heart must pursue, For Daphne, fair Daphne, is lost to my view.

Assist me, chaste Dian, the nymph to regain,
More wild than the roe-buck, and wing'd with disdain
In pity o'ertake her, who wounds as she flies,
Tho' Daphne's pursu'd, 'tis Myrtillo that dies.

THE BELLS OF ST. MICHAEL'S
TOWER.

[Music by KNYVETT.]

MERRILY, merrily, rang the bells,
The bells of St. Michael's tower,
When Richard Penlake and Rebecca his wife,
Arrived at the church door.
Merrily, merrily, &c.

Richard Penlake was a cheerful man,
Cheerful, frank, and free,

But he led a sad life with Rebecca his wife,
For a terrible shrew was she.

Merrily, merrily, &c.

Richard Penlake a scolding would take,
Till patience availed no longer,

Then Richard Penlake a crabstick would take,
And show her that he was the stronger.
Merrily, merrily, &c.

I'D MOURN THE HOPES THAT LEAVE

T. MOORE.]

ME.

[Air-"The rose tree."

I'D mourn the hopes that leave me,
If thy smiles had left me too;

I'd weep when friends deceive me,
Hadst thou been like them untrue.

But while I've thee before me,

With heart so warm, and eyes so bright,

No clouds can linger o'er me,

That smile turns them all to light.

'Tis not in fate to harm me,

While fate leaves thy love to me;
'Tis not in joy to charm me,

Unless joy be shar'd with thee.
One minute's dream about thee
Were worth a long and endless year
Of waking bliss without thee,
My own love, my only dear!

And though the hope be gone, love,
That long sparkled o'er our way,
Oh! we shall journey on, love,
More safely without its ray.
Far better lights shall win me,
Along the path I've yet to roam;
The mind that burns within me,

And pure smiles from thee at home.

Thus when the lamp that lighted
The traveller at first goes out,
He feels awhile benighted,

And looks around in fear and doubt.

But soon the prospect clearing,

By cloudless star-light on he treads,

And thinks no lamp so cheering
As that light which heaven sheds !

FORETOP MORALITY.

CHARLES DIBDIN.]

[Music by C. DIBDIN.

Two real tars, whom duty called
To watch in the foretop,
Thus one another overhauled,
And took a cheering drop:

I say, Will Hatchway, cried Tom Tow,
Of conduct what's your sort,

As through the voyage of life you go,
To bring you safe to port?

K

Cried Will, You lubber, don't you know?
Our passions close to reef,

To steer where honour points the prow,
To hand a friend relief:

These anchors get but in your power,
My life for that's your sort;

The bower, the sheet, and the best bower,
Shall bring you up in port.

Why then you're out, and there's an end,
Tom cried out blunt and rough,
Be good, be honest, serve a friend,
Be maxims well enough;

Who swabs his bows at other's woe,
That tar's for me your sort;
His vessel right a-head shall go
To find a joyful port.

Let storms of life upon me press,
Misfortunes make me reel,

Why, damme, what's my own distress?
For others let me feel.

Ay, ay, if bound with a fresh gale
To heaven, this is your sort,
A handkerchief is the best wet sail
To bring you safe to port.

WE SHALL HAVE OUR MOONLIGHT

YET.

[SAMUEL LOVER.]

THO' days are gone when you and I
First wove the links of pleasure's chain,

Tho' youthful joys be all gone by

We never more shall see again;
Yet in those eyes, oft dimm'd with tears,
For me both light and love remain,

To make unfelt the blight of years,
To bid my heart be young again!

Tho' days are gone when you and I, &c.