SPECTATOR AB EXTRA.

It is all very well to be handsome and tall,
Which certainly makes you look well at a ball,
It's all very well to be clever and witty,

But if you are poor why it's only a pity.
So needful it is to have money,

heigh-ho!

So needful it is to have money.

There's something undoubtedly in a fine air,
To know how to smile and be able to stare,
High breeding is something, but well bred or not,
In the end the one question is, what have you got?
So needful it is to have money,

heigh-ho!

So needful it is to have money.

And the angels in pink and the angels in blue,

In muslins and moirês so lovely and new,

SING HEIGH-HO.

What is it they want, and so wish you to guess,

But if you have money, the answer is yes.

So needful, they tell you, is money,

And courts his love, as I do thee;

Sing heigh-ho, and heigh-ho!

Young maids must marry.

There grows a flower on every bough,

Sing heigh-ho!

SING HEIGH-HO.

There grows a flower on every bough,

Its petals kiss-I'll show you how:

Sing heigh-ho, and heigh-ho!

Young maids must marry.

From sea to stream the salmon roam:

Sing heigh-ho!

From sea to stream the salmon roam;

Each finds a mate, and leads her home;

Sing heigh-ho, and heigh-ho!

Young maids must marry.

The sun's a bridegroom, earth a bride,

Sing heigh-ho!

They court from morn till eventide :

The earth shall pass, but love abide;

Sing heigh-ho, and heigh-ho!

Young maids must marry.

REV. CHARLES KINGSLEY.

BECAUSE.

WLET Nea!-for your lovely sake

SWLET

I weave these rambling numbers,

Because I've lain an hour awake,

And can't compose my slumbers ;
Because your beauty's gentle light
Is round my pillow beaming,

And flings, I know not why, to-night,
Some witchery o'er my dreaming!

Because we've pass'd some joyous days, And danced some merry dances ;

Because we love old Beaumont's plays, And old Froissart's romances !

Because whene'er I hear your words

Some pleasant feeling lingers :

Because I think your heart has cords

That vibrate to your fingers!

BECAUSE.

Because you've got those long, soft curls,

I've sworn should deck my goddess;

Because you're not, like other girls,
All bustle, blush, and boddice!

Because your eyes are deep and blue,

Your fingers long and rosy;

Because a little child and you

Would make one's home so cozy!

Because your little tiny nose

Turns up so pert and funny;

Because I know you choose your beaux
More for their mirth than money;

Because I think you'd rather twirl
A waltz, with me to guide you,

Than talk small nonsense with an earl,
And a coronet beside you!

Because you don't object to walk,

And are not given to fainting;