And Tityrus made the woods resound
With echoes of Daphne's name.
They kindly left us a lasting gage
Of their musical art, we 're told;
And the Pandean pipe of the Golden Age
Brings mirth to the Age of Gold.

Dwellers in huts and in marble halls-
From Shepherdess up to Queen-

Cared little for bonnets, and less for shawls,
And nothing for crinoline.

But now Simplicity 's not the rage,

And it's funny to think how cold The dress they wore in the Golden Age Would seem in the Age of Gold.

Electric telegraphs, printing, gas,
Tobacco, balloons, and steam,

Are little events that have come to pass
Since the days of that old régime.
And, spite of Lemprière's dazzling page,

I'd give though it might seem bold-
A hundred years of the Golden Age
For a year in the Age of Gold.

STANZAS TO AN INTOXICATED FLY.

T'S a singular fact that whenever I

order

My goblet of GUINNESS or bumper of

BASS,

Out of ten or a dozen that sport round

the border

Some fly turns a somersault into my

glass.

Oh! it's not that I grudge him the liquor he's tasted,

(Supposing him partial to ale or to stout), But consider the time irretrievably wasted In trying to fish the small wanderer out.

Ah! believe me, fond fly, 'tis excessively sinful,

This habit which knocks even bluebottles up;

Just remember what CASSIO, on getting a skinful,

Observ'd about "ev'ry inordinate cup!"

Reflect on that proverb, diminutive being,

Which tells us 66
Enough is as good as a feast;"
And, mark me, there's nothing more painful than seeing
An insect behaving so much like a beast.

Nay, in vain would you seek to escape while I'm talking,
And shake from your pinions the fast-clinging drops,
It is only too clear, from your efforts at walking,

That after your malt you intend to take hops.

Pray, where is your home? and oh! how shall you get there?
And what will your wife and your family think?
Pray, how shall you venture to show the whole set there

That PATERFAMILIAS is given to drink.

Oh, think of the moment when Conscience returning
Shall put the brief pleasures of Bacchus to flight;

When the tongue shall be parch'd and the brow shall be burning

And most of to-morrow shall taste of to-night!

For the toast shall be dry, and the tea shall be bitter,

And all through your breakfast this thought shall intrude;

That a little pale brandy and Seltzer is fitter

For such an occasion than animal food.

STANZAS TO AN INTOXICATED FLY.

I have known, silly fly, the delight beyond measure—
The blissful sensation, prolong'd and intense-
The rapturous, wild, and ineffable pleasure,

Of drinking at somebody else's expense.

But I own-and it's not without pride that I own it-
Whenever some friend in his generous way

Bids me drink without paying, I simply postpone it,
pay for my liquor the whole of next day!

And

(Published, with music, by Messrs Metzler and Co.,
Great Marlborough Street.)

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CHIVALRY FOR THE CRADLE.

-THE ROMAUNT OF HUMPTY-DUMPTY.

No. L

'TIS

'IS midnight, and the moonbeam sleeps
Upon the garden sward:

My lady in yon turret keeps

Her tearful watch and ward.

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Beshrew me!" mutters, turning pale,

The stalwart seneschal ;

"What's he that sitteth, clad in mail,

Upon our castle wall?

"Arouse thee, friar of orders gray ;
What, ho! bring book and bell!
Ban yonder ghastly thing, I say;
And, look ye, ban it well.

By cock and pye, the Humpty's face !"-
The form turn'd quickly round;

Then totter'd from its resting-place