For once they see his fearful den, Again the dog is on his track, The hunters chase o'er dale and hill, They may not, though they would, look back, They must go forward-forward still. Onward they go, and never turn, The hut is desolate, and there The famish'd dog alone returns ; On the cold steps he makes his lair, By the shut door he lays his bones. Now the tir'd sportsman leans his gun And ponders on the hunting done By the lost wanderers of the night. And there the little country girls Will stop to whisper, and listen, and look, And tell, while dressing their sunny curls, Of the Black Fox of Salmon Brook. WITH gallant sail and streamer gay, That, throng'd by thousands, seems to greet The Cadmus comes; and every wave Is glad the welcom'd prow to lave. What are the ship and freight to me I look for one that's on the sea. "Welcome FAYETTE," the million cries; Musing on one that's dear to me, Be thy days happy here, FAYETTE—– Perhaps his thoughts are fix'd on rne, I am alone. Let thousands throng Who sails across the foaming sea. So, when the moon is shedding light 'Twas from a spot too dear to me, PRESIDENTIAL COTILLION. Carmina tum melius, cum venerit IPSE canemus. VIRG. Bucolica, Ecl. ix. CASTLE GARDEN was splendid one night-though the wet Put off for some evenings the ball for FAYETTE. The arrangements were rich, the occasion was pat, And the whole was in style ;—but I sing not of that. Ye Graces, attend to a poet's condition, And bring your right heels to the second position ; The length of the room, and the height of the hall, The fiddlers were Editors, rang'd on the spot, There were strings that were rosin'd, and strings that were not; Who furnish'd the instruments I do not know, They screw'd up their pegs, and they shoulder'd their fiddles ; They finger'd the notes of their hey-diddle-diddles ; One Adams first led Miss Diplomacy out, There was room for a set just below, and each buck Had a belle by his side, like a drake with his duck; But the first set attracted the whole room's attention, For they cut the capers most worthy of mention. They bow'd and they curtsied, round went all eight, Right foot was the word, and chasse was the gait; |