They braced my aunt against a board, They laced her up, they starved her down, They pinched her feet, they singed her hair, O never mortal suffered more In penance for her sins. So, when my precious aunt was done, "What could this lovely creature do Against a desperate man!" Alas! nor chariot, nor barouche, Nor bandit cavalcade, Tore from the trembling father's arms For her how happy had it been! To see one sad, ungathered rose COMIC MISERIES. JOHN G. SAXE. My dear young friend, whose shining wit Sets all the room a-blaze, Don't think yourself a "happy dog," For all your merry ways; But learn to wear a sober phiz, Be stupid, if you can, It's such a very serious thing To be a funny man! You're at an evening party, with You're talking deep philosophy To edify a clergyman With suitable discourse,— You think you 've got him-when he calls A friend across the way, And begs you'll say that funny thing You said the other day! You drop a pretty jeu-de-mot Who likes to give you credit for The clever thing he hears, The old authentic one, Just breaking off the point of it, By sudden change in politics, Your mirth is under ban,— They think your very grief " a joke," You're such a funny man! You follow up a stylish card That bids you come and dine, And bring along your freshest wit (To pay for musty wine), You're looking very dismal, when And wonders what you 're thinking of, You're telling to a knot of friends A fancy-tale of woes That cloud your matrimonial sky, A solemn lady overhears And tells the town the pleasant news: My dear young friend, whose shining wit For all your merry ways; Be stupid, if you can, It's such a very serious thing IDÉES NAPOLÉONIENNES. WILLIAM AYTOUN. The impossibility of translating this now well-known expression (imperfectly rendered in a companion-work, "Ideas of Napoleonism"), will excuse the title and burden of the present ballad being left in the original French.-TRANS LATOR COME, listen all who wish to learn How nations should be ruled, From one who from his youth has been In such-like matters school'd; From one who knows the art to please, Improve and govern men Eh bien! Ecoutez, aux Idées, To keep the mind intently fixed On number One alone To look to no one's interest, To how, or what, or when- To make a friend, and use him well, Of all that makes him useful, and Napoléonienne. To sneak into a good man's house And seem his children's friend- To gain your point in view-to wade Through dirt, and slime, and bloodTo stoop to pick up what you want Through any depth of mud. But always in the fire to thrust Some helpless cat's-paw, when Your chestnuts burn-c'est une Idée To clutch and keep the lion's share- The wolves, that you upon the lambs To keep a gang of jackals fierce To bribe the base, to crush the good, At what or whom you please- THE LAY OF THE LOVER'S FRIEND. WILLIAM AYTOUN. AIR" The days we went a-gipsying." I WOULD all womankind were dead, For they have been a bitter plague No female face hath shown me grace For many a bygone year. But 'tis the most infernal bore, Of all the bores I know, To have a friend who's lost his heart Whene'er we steam it to Blackwall, Or climb the slopes of Richmond Hill, Then, for my sins, he straight begins Oh, 'tis the most tremendous bore, Of all the bores I know, To have a friend who's lost his heart |