CHERRY PIE.

AIR" Cherry Ripe."

CHERRY PIE! Cherry Pie! Pie! I cry,
Kentish cherries you may buy.
If so be you ask me where

To put the fruit, I'll answer "There!"
In the dish your fruit must lie,
When you make your Cherry Pie.
Cherry Pie Cherry Pie! etc.

Cherry Pie Cherry Pie! Pie! I cry;
Full and fair ones mind you buy
Whereabouts the crust should go,
Any fool, of course will know;
In the midst a cup may lie,
When you make your Cherry Pie.
Cherry Pie! Cherry Pie! etc.

DEVILED BISCUIT.

AIR" A Temple of Friendship."

"A NICE Devil'd Biscuit," said JENKINS enchanted,
"I'll have after dinner-the thought is divine!"
The biscuit was bought, and he now only wanted—
To fully enjoy it—a glass of good wine.

He flew to the pepper, and sat down before it,

And at peppering the well-butter'd biscuit he went; Then, some cheese in a paste mix'd with mustard spread o'er it, And down to be grill'd to the kitchen 't was sent.

"Oh! how," said the Cook, "can I this think of grilling,
When common the pepper? the whole will be flat.

But here's the Cayenne; if my master is willing,
I'll make, if he pleases, a devil with that."

So the Footman ran up with the Cook's observation
TO JENKINS, who gave him a terrible look:

"Oh, go to the devil!" forgetting his station,

Was the answer that JENKINS sent down to the Cook.

RED HERRINGS.

AIR" Meet me by Moonlight."

MEET me at breakfast alone,
And then I will give you a dish
Which really deserves to be known,
Though it's not the genteelest of fish.
You must promise to come, for I said
A splendid Red Herring I'd buy-
Nay, turn not away your proud head ;
You'll like it, I know, when you try.

If moisture the Herring betray,
Drain, till from moisture 'tis free;
Warm it through in the usual way,
Then serve it for you and for me.
A piece of cold butter prepare,
To rub it when ready it lies;
Egg-sauce and potatoes don't spare,
And the flavor will cause you surprise.

BARLEY BROTH.

AIR-" The King, God bless him ["

A BASIN of Barley Broth make, make for me;

Give those who prefer it, the plain:

No matter the broth, so of barley it be,

If we ne'er taste a basin again.

For, oh! when three pounds of good mutton you buy,
And of most of its fat dispossess it,

In a stewpan uncover'd, at first, let it lie;
Then in water proceed to dress it.

Hurrah! hurrah! hurrah!

In a stewpan uncover'd, at first, let it lie;

Then in water proceed to dress it.

What a teacup will hold-you should first have been told-
Of barley you gently should boil;

The pearl-barley choose-'tis the nicest that's sold-
All others the mixture might spoil.

Of carrots and turnips, small onions, green peas
(If the price of the last don't distress one),
Mix plenty; and boil altogether with these
Your basin of Broth when you dress one.
Hurrah! hurrah! hurrah!

Two hours together the articles boil;
There's your basin of Broth, if you'd dress one.

CALF'S HEART.

AIR" Maid of Athens, ere we part."

MAID of all work, as a part
Of my dinner, cook a heart;

Or, since such a dish is best,
Give me that, and leave the rest.
Take my orders, ere I go;

Heart of calf we'll cook thee so.

Buy-to price you're not confined-
Such a heart as suits your mind:
Buy some suet-and enough
Of the herbs required to stuff;

Buy some lemon-peel-and, oh!
Heart of calf, we'll fill thee so.

Buy some onions-just a taste-
Buy enough, but not to waste;
Buy two eggs of slender shell,
Mix, and stir the mixture well; .
Crumbs of bread among it throw;
Heart of calf we 'll roast thee so.

Maid of all work, when 'tis done,
Serve it up to me alone:
Rich brown gravy round it roll,
Marred by no intruding coal;
Currant jelly add-and lo!
Heart of calf, I'll eat thee so.

IF

THE CHRISTMAS PUDDING.

AIR" Jeannette and Jeannot."

you wish to make a pudding in which every one delights, Of a dozen new-laid eggs you must take the yolks and whites; Beat them well up in a basin till they thoroughly combine, And shred and chop some suet particularly fine;

Take a pound of well-stoned raisins, and a pound of currants

dried,

A pound of pounded sugar, and a pound of peel beside;
Stir them all well up together with a pound of wheaten flour,
And let them stand and settle for a quarter of an hour;

Then tie the pudding in a cloth, and put it in the pot,

Some people like the water cold, and some prefer it hot;

But though I don't know which of these two methods I should

praise,

I know it ought to boil an hour for every pound it weighs.

Oh! if I were Queen of France, or, still better, Pope of Rome, I'd have a Christmas pudding every day I dined at home; And as for other puddings whatever they might be,

Why those who like the nasty things should eat them all for me.

APPLE PIE.

AIR" All that's bright must fade."

ALL new dishes fade

The newest oft the fleetest;
Of all the pies now made,
The Apple's still the sweetest;
Cut and come again,

The syrup upward springing!
While my life and taste remain,

To thee my heart is clinging. Other dainties fade

The newest oft the fleetest; But of all the pies now made, The Apple's still the sweetest.

Who absurdly buys

Fruit not worth the baking? Who wastes crust on pies

That do not pay for making? Better far to be

An Apple Tartlet buying, Than to make one at home, and see

On it there's no relying:

That all must be weigh'd,

When thyself thou treatest

Still a pie home-made

Is, after all, the sweetest.

Who a pie would make,

First his apple slices;

Then he ought to take

Some cloves-the best of spices:

Grate some lemon rind,

Butter add discreetly;

Then some sugar mix-but mind The pie's not made too sweetly. Every pie that's made

With sugar, is completest; But moderation should pervade

Too sweet is not the sweetest.