Thus Flattery whispered round; And straight the humorous fancy grew, Must rhyme to-night on Chloe's name; Who silent here is found. Since Head must plead the cause of Heart, Some put their trust in answer smart, Or pointed repartee; Some joy that they have hoarded up Then Vapid rose-no Stentor this, Despair my sorrowing bosom rives, And anguish on me lies; Chloe may die while Vapid lives, Or live while Vapid dies! Next Snaffle, foe to tears and sadness, And, warm with drunkenness and madness, "Let the glad cymbols loudly clash! Full bumpers let's be quaffing! "Gods!" cried a Minister of State, "You know not, Empress of my Fate, How long my passion would endure, If passion were a sinecure; But since, in Love's despotic clime, And thus the jest went circling round, By Pugilists and Whips; And many a Belle looked half-provoked, And Dandies bit their lips. At last an old Ecclesiastic, Who looked half kind, and half sarcastic, Cut off the sport with "Psha! enough;" In borrowed light 'tis o'er us thrown; Dark would the night appear without you- CHANGING QUARTERS. A SKETCH. "Ah! then and there was hurrying to and fro, And gathering tears, and tremblings of distress! * And there was mounting in hot haste." * Byron. Fair laughs the morn, and out they come At the solemn beat of the rolling drum, Apparel'd for the march; Many an old and honour'd name, Young warriors, with their eyes of flame, In vanity and starch. The rising Sun is gleaming bright, And widely, where the gales invite, VOL. II.-5 Of envious Boor, and wondering Grace, And Echo shouts through all the place,"The Soldiers be a-going." Beauty and Bills are buzzing now And, midst the tumult and the row, To-day around a scarlet coat! There's Sergeant Cross, in fume and fret, With little Mopsa, the coquette, Close clinging to his side: Who, if fierce Mars and thundering Jove And, midst the trumpet's wild acclaim, In beautiful alarm; Still looking up expectantly To see the tear-drop in his eye, That much he wishes little Mop Were waiting for—another drop, Or hanging-somewhere else. Poor Captain Mill! what sounds of fear Break sudden on his startled ear: |