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TO A LADY.*
So thou 'dst have me always sighing;
See mine eyes for ever wet; Hear me always talk of dying:
GOING TO HEAVEN: THIS HOUSE TO LET.
By my faith, no; I 'm too old now,
Far too old now, so to joke; To the stripling bard I leave it,
In the elegy to croak.
Let the stripling bard who pleases,
Hang with clouds his brightest day, Chaunt his Night Thoughts to the moonlight,
In the haunted forest stray.
Off, ye ghosts! off to your churchyards ! !
Devils blue, I hate ye all:
At gay Humour's fancy ball;
* who had written to me that she admired my verses to the Griese (see page 188) written nearly fifty years ago, more than many of my later poems, and asked: “Why dost thou not always give play to thy natural feelings? why indulge in cold satire ?"
There with Satire I 'll quadrille it,
Waltz it there with Epigram,
Strike up lively: LIFE 's A SHAM.
Not till after toll of midnight,
Talk to me of rest or sleep;
Out of slumber sweet as deep. [STRUVESTRASSE, DRESDEN, Febr. 11, 1866.)
SOLDIER AND VIVANDIERA.
“Alternis dicetis, amant alterna Camenae."
To sweeten one half of the year,
Coll' arte e coll' inganno
Si vive' mezzo l' anno;
Si vive l'altra parte. [STRUVESTRASSE, DRESDEN, Jan. 3, 1866.]
Which Mary to Anna conveyed;"
Got a washing which stood them in stead.
And had I been the poet, I had taken my share
Of a washing could do no one harm; Then, to dry the whole four, made a turn in the air,
With a beautiful maid on each arm,
And a red blushing rose in my coat button-hole,
All the four so fresh, shining and gay, There is no one who met us wouldn't say in his soul,
“What a washing they ’ve all got today!" (STRUVESTRASSE, DRESDEN, April 16, 1866.]
WHO keeps a lapdog need seek no excuse;
We cock a feather on buff coat and steel. (CHRISTIANSTRASSE, DRESDEN, Nov. 19, 1865.)
HYPHEN AND HYMEN.
HYPHEN and HYMEN! wizards skilled to couple
Hyphened the other wizard, hy and MEN. [STRUVESTRASSE, DRESDEN, April 30, 1866.)
Sub persona: - Mrs. Jane Hopkins, inviting the author to drink
tea with her on her eighty-fifth birthday, Jan. 5, 1844.
Ir it' please God I am alive
The Christmas pie of well spiced meat,
So don't forget next Friday night. (FITZWILLIAM - SQUARE, DUBLIN, Jan. 2, 1844.)
TO THEIR EXCELLENCIES,
THE LORDS JUSTICES.
My Lords Justices of Ireland, listen to me, rich James Lennox
William Naper; Though you seem to know your business well, there 's no harm
in giving you a flapper; It 's neither to amuse myself nor you, I write this present
letter, * But just by way of practice, and the next, it will be better.
I sat, as you know, on a Commission with his Grace, the
Archbishop of Dublin, Hatching out the reason why the Irish tenantry keep the country
such a trouble in,
* For Mr. Naper's letter to the Lords Justices of Ireland, recommend. ing the building of the Irish workhouses, see Saunders' News - letter, Nov. 7. 1840.