Full as an egg was I with glee, Good Lord! how all men envied me! She loved like any thing. But false as hell, she, like the wind, If I and Molly could agree, Let who would take Peru! Till you grow tender as a chick, Let us like burs together stick, You'll know me truer than a die, Sure as a gun she 'll drop a tear And sigh, perhaps, and wish, REMINISCENCES OF A SENTIMENTALIST. THOMAS HOOD. "My Tables! Meat it is, I set it down!"-HAMLET. I THINK it was Spring-but not certain I am— 'Twas at Christmas, I think, when I met with Miss Chase, Yes for Morris had asked me to dine And I thought I had never beheld such a face, Or so noble a turkey and chine. Placed close by her side, it made others quite wild With sheer envy, to witness my luck; How she blushed as I gave her some turtle, and smiled As I afterward offered some duck. I looked and I languished, alas! to my cost, With a rent-roll that told of my houses and land, I asked her to have me for weal or for woe, We went to it certainly was the sea-side; O, never may memory lose sight of that year, So happy, like hours, all our days seemed to haste, A long life I looked for of bliss with my bride, My dearest took ill at the turn of the year, But the cause no physician could nab; But something, it seemed like consumption, I fear— In vain she was doctored, in vain she was dosed, For months still I lingered in hope and in doubt, She died, and she left me the saddest of men, Oh! I felt all the power of solitude then, But when I beheld Virtue's friends in their cloaks, O my grief poured a flood! and the out-of-door folks FAITHLESS NELLY GRAY. A PATHETIC BALLAD. BEN BATTLE was a soldier bold, And used to war's alarms; Now, as they bore him off the field, And the Forty-second Foot!" THOMAS HOOD. The army-surgeons made him limbs: But there's as wooden members quite Now, Ben he loved a pretty maid, But when he called on Nelly Gray, "O, Nelly Gray! O, Nelly Gray Said she, "I loved a soldier once "Before you had those timber toes, But then, you know, you stand upon "O, Nelly Gray! O, Nelly Gray! For all your jeering speeches, At duty's call I left my legs, In Badajos's breaches !" "Why then," said she, "you've lost the feet Of legs in war's alarms, And now you can not wear your shoes Upon your feats of arms!" "O, false and fickle Nelly Gray! I know why you refuse : Though I've no feet-some other man "I wish I ne'er had seen your face; Now, when he went from Nelly Gray, His heart so heavy got, And life was such a burden grown, So round his melancholy neck One end he tied around a beam, And there he hung, till he was dead For, though distress had cut him up, It could not cut him down! A dozen men sat on his corpse, To find out why he died And they buried Ben in four cross-roads, NO! No sun-no moon! No morn-no noon THOMAS HOOD. No dawn-no dusk-no proper time of day— No sky-no earthly view— No distance looking blue No road-no street-no "t' other side the way"— No end to any Row No indications where the Crescents go |