Still Beauty must be stealing hearts, And the world, as it rolled through Twenty-eight, Some king will come, in Heaven's good time, Some thief will wade through blood and crime And gather the links of the broken chain And much where we were in Twenty-eight O'Connell will toil to raise the rent, And Kenyon to sink the nation, And Sheil will abuse the Parliament, And Peel the Association; And the thought of bayonets and swords And jokes will be cut in the House of Lords, And writers of weight will speculate And just what it did in Twenty-eight John Thomas Mugg, on a lonely hill, The Morning Chronicle will fill Five columns with the history; The jury will be all surprise, The prisoner quite collected, And Justice Park will wipe his eyes And be very much affected; And folks will relate poor Corder's fate And the goddess of love will keep her smiles, And weddings in St. George's; And mendicants will sup like kings, Alas! they married in Twenty-eight,— And oh! I shall find how, day by day, And seldom troubled with the spleen, I shall buckle my skait, and leap my gate, And the woman I worshipped in Twenty-eight (JANUARY 1, 1829.) SONG FOR THE FOURTEENTH OF FEBRUARY. BY A GENERAL LOVER. "Mille gravem telis, exhaustâ pene pharetrâ." APOLLO has peeped through the shutter, Away with ye, dreams of disaster, Of pleadings I never shall draw! SONG FOR THE FOURTEENTH OF FEBRUARY. I'll sit in my night-cap, like Hayley, I'll sit with my arms crost, like Spain, 177 For the brightest and best of Earth's daughters, To rhyme to, on Valentine's Day? Shall I crown with my worship, for fame's sake, Some goddess whom Fashion has starred, Make puns on Miss Love and her namesake, pray for a pas with Brocard? Or Shall I flirt, in romantic idea, With Chester's adorable clay, * Or whisper in transport "Si mea Shall I kneel to a Sylvia or Celia, A fancy-drawn Laura Amelia, An ad libit. Anna Marie ? Shall I court an initial with stars to it, Get Bishop to put a few bars to it, And print it on Valentine's Day? * "Si mea cum vestris valuissent votą !"-OVID, Met. VOL. II. N |