An' she stood up straight as the queen o' the world,— she lifted her head

"He said he would meet me to-morra!" an' dhropt down dead an the dead.

Och, Molly, we thought, machree, ye would start back agin into life,

Whin we laid yez aich be aich, at yer wake, like husban' an' wife.

Sorra the dhry eye thin but was wet for the frinds that was gone!

Sorra the silent throat but we hard it cryin' " Ochone!" An' Shamus O'Shea, that has now ten childer, han'some an' tall,

Him an' his childer wor keenin' as if he had lost thim

Thin his Riverence buried thim both in wan grave be

the elder-tree,

The young man, Danny O'Roon, wid his ould woman, Molly Magee.

May all the flowers o' Jeroosilim blossom an' spring from the grass,

Imbrashin' an' kissin' aich other

yer Crass!

as ye did-over

An' the lark fly out o' the flowers wid his song to the

sun an' the moon,

An' tell thim in hivin about Molly Magee an' her Danny O'Roon,

Till holy St. Pether gets up wid his kays an' opens the

gate!

An' shure, be the Crass, that's betther nor cuttin' the Sassenach whate,

To be there wid the Blessed Mother, an' saints an' marthyrs galore,

An' singin' yer "aves" an' "pathers" foriver an' ivermore.

LITTLE BILLEE

BY WILLIAM MAKEPEACE THACKERAY

There were three sailors of Bristol City
Who took a boat and went to sea,
But first with beef and captain's biscuits
And pickled pork they loaded she.

There was gorging Jack, and guzzling Jimmy,
And the youngest he was little Billee;
Now when they'd got as far as the Equator,
They'd nothing left but one split pea.

Says gorging Jack to guzzling Jimmy,
"I am extremely hungaree."
To gorging Jack says guzzling Jimmy,
"We've nothing left, us must eat we.”

Says gorging Jack to guzzling Jimmy,
"With one another we shouldn't agree!
Ther's little Bill, he's young and tender,
We're old and tough, so let's eat he."

"O Billy! we're going to kill and eat you,
So undo the button of your chemie."

When Bill received this information,
He used his pocket-handkerchie.

"First let me say my catechism

Which my poor mammy taught to me." "Make haste! make haste!" says guzzling Jimmy, While Jack pulled out his snickersnee.

Billy went up to the main-top-gallant mast,
And down he fell on his bended knee,

He scarce had come to the Twelfth Commandment

When up he jumps

"There's land I see!

"Jerusalem and Madagascar

And North and South Amerikee,
There's the British flag a riding at anchor,
With Admiral Napier, K. C. B."

So when they got aboard of the Admiral's,
He hanged fat Jack and flogged Jimmee,
But as for little Bill he made him

The Captain of a Seventy-three.

THE MAHOGANY-TREE

BY WILLIAM MAKEPEACE THACKERAY

Christmas is here;
Winds whistle shrill,
Icy and chill,

Little care we;

Care, like a dun, Lurks at the gate: Let the dog wait; Happy we'll be! Drink, every one; Pile up the coals; Fill the red bowls, Round the old tree!

Drain we the cup.-
Friend, art afraid?
Spirits are laid

In the Red Sea.

Mantle it up;

Empty it yet;

Let us forget,

Round the old tree!

Sorrows, begone!

Life and its ills,

Duns and their bills, Bid we to flee.

Come with the dawn,

Blue-devil sprite;

Leave us to-night,

Round the old tree!