There was a crop of wheat, which grew And there were kings who never went To cuffs for half-a-crown; And lawyers who were eloquent And sportsmen who forbore to praise And boroughs were bought without a test, And no man feared the Pope; And the Irish cabins were all possess'd Of liberty and soap ; And the Chancellor, feeling very sick, Had just resigned the seals; And a clever little Catholic Was hearing Scotch appeals. I went one day to a Court of Law Where the rod was never used; And the sugar still was very sweet, There love had never a fear or doubt; December breathed like June: The Prima Donna ne'er was out Of temper-or of tune; The streets were paved with mutton pies, Nothing looked black but woman's eyes ; It was an idle dream; but thou, With thy dark clear eyes and beaming brow, And oh, I had an honest heart, And a house of Portland stone; And thou wert dear, as still thou art, Oh, bitterness!—the morning broke Alike for boor and bard; And thou wert married when I woke, And all the rest was marred: (1827.) MARRIAGE CHIMES. "Go together, You precious winners all."-Winter's Tale. FAIR Lady, ere you put to sea, And wish you pleasant weather. Safe from the perils of the war, Nor killed, nor hurt, nor missingSince many things in common are Between campaigns and kissing— Ungrazed by glance, unbound by ring, Love's carte and tierce I've parried, While half my friends are marrying, And half-good lack!—are married. 'Tis strange-but I have passed alive Where darts and deaths were plenty, Until I find my twenty-five As lonely as my twenty: And many lips have sadly sighed— Some victims fluttered like a fly, Good Sterling said no dame should come Her spinning-wheel, and Gisborne: Sir Roger had a Britonss pride In freedom, plough, and furrow ;— No fortune hath Sir Roger's bride, Except a rotten borough: Gustavus longed for truth and crumbs, Contentment and a cottage ;— His Laura brings a pair of plums To boil the poor man's petrage. My rural coz, who loves his peace, Is flirting with a lecturer's niece, Who does the verse for Colburn. And Vyvyan, Humor's crazy child,— And Gerard hath his Northern Fay- Thus north and south, and east and west, But I shall wander on, unblest, |