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FAREWELL TO ENGLAND.

BY LORD BYRON.

ADIEU, adieu! my native shore
Fades o'er the waters blue;
The night-winds sigh, the breakers roar,
And shrieks the wild sea-mew.

Yon sun that sets upon the sea
We follow in his flight;
Farewell awhile to him and thee,
My native land good night!

A few short hours and he will rise
To give the morrow birth;
And I shall hail the main and skies,
But not my mother earth.
Deserted is my own good hall,

Its hearth is desolate ;

Wild weeds are gathering on the wall; My dog howls at the gate.

"Come hither, hither, my little page!
Why dost thou weep and wail?
Or dost thou dread the billow's rage,
Or tremble at the gale?

But dash the tear-drop from thine eye;

Our ship is swift and strong:

Our fleetest falcon scarce can fly

More merrily along."

"Let winds be shrill, let waves roll high,

I fear not wave nor wind;

Yet marvel not, Sir Childe, that I

Am sorrowful in mind;

For I have from my father gone,

A mother whom I love,

And have no friend, save these alone,
But thee - and one above.

"My father blessed me fervently,
Yet did not much complain;
But sorely will my mother sigh,
Till I come back again.”
"Enough, enough, my little lad!
Such tears become thine eye;
If I thy guileless bosom had,
Mine own would not be dry."

"Come hither, hither, my staunch yeoman Why dost thou look so pale?

Or dost thou dread a French foeman?

Or shiver at the gale?"— "Deem'st thou I tremble for my

Sir Childe, I'm not so weak; But thinking on an absent wife Will blanch a faithful cheek.

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My spouse and boys dwell near thy hall, Along the bordering lake,

And when they on their father call,

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What answer shall she make?

Enough, enough, my yeoman good,
Thy grief let none gainsay;
But I, who am of lighter mood,
Will laugh to flee away.

"And now I'm in the world alone,
Upon the wide, wide sea:

But why should I for others groan,
When none will sigh for me?
Perchance my dog will whine in vain,
Till fed by stranger hands;

But long ere I come back again,
He'd tear me where he stands.

"With thee, my bark, I'll swiftly go
Athwart the foaming brine;

Nor care what land thou bearest me to,
So not again to mine.

Welcome, welcome, ye dark blue waves!
And when you fail my sight,

Welcome, ye deserts, and ye caves!

My native land

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CHAPTER OF ACCIDENTS.

BY THOMAS HOOD.

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THERE is nothing but plague in this house!
There's the turbot is stole by the cat,
The Newfoundland has ate up the grouse,
And the haunch has been gnawed by a rat!
It's the day of all days when I wished

That our friends would enjoy our good cheer;
Mr. Wiggins-our dinner is dished—

But I wish you a happy New Year!

Mr. Rudge has not called, but he will,

For his rates, church and highway, and poor;
And the butcher has brought in his bill
Twice as much as the quarter before;

Little Charles is come home with the mumps,

And Matilda with measles, I fear;

And I've taken two sov'reigns like dumpsBut I wish you a happy New Year!

Your poor brother is in the Gazette,
And your banker is off to New York;
Mr. Bigsby has died in your debt,

And the "Wiggins" has foundered near Cork.

Mr. Merrington's bill is come back;
You are chosen to serve overseer;
The new wall is beginning to crack—
But I wish you a happy New Year!

The best dinner-set 's fall'n to the ground;
The militia's called out, and you're drawn;
Not a piece of our plate can be found,
And there's marks of men's feet on the lawn;
Two anonymous letters have come,

That declare you shall die like a Weare;

And it may-
or may not be a hum-
But I wish you a happy New Year!

The old lawsuit with Levy is lost;
You are fined for not cleaning the street;
And the water-pipe's burst with the frost,
And the roof lets the rain in and sleet.
Your old tenant at seventy-four
Has gone off in the night with his gear,
And has taken the key of the door-
But I wish you a happy New Year!

There's the "Sun" and the " Phoenix" to pay,
For the chimney has blazed like Old Nick;
The new gig has been jammed by a dray,
And the old horse has taken to kick.
We have hardly a bushel of small,
And now coal is extravagant dear;
Your great coat is stole out of the hall.
But I wish you a happy New Year!

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