Now this noddle of mine looks strange, With its plenty of silver-and no small change!— Surely I came the swiftest way From the young and green to the old and gray. Though the day be a changeful thing In winter and summer, autumn and spring ; From the young and green to the old and gray. "TWAS EVER THUS. I NEVER rear'd a young gazelle, (Because, you see, I never tried ;) But, had it known and loved me well, No doubt the creature would have died. My rich and aged uncle JOHN Has known me long and loves me well, But still persists in living on I would he were a young gazelle. I never loved a tree or flower; The blight, the wind, the sun, or shower, I've dearly loved my uncle JOHN, From childhood till the present hour, And yet he will go living on I would he were a tree or flower! I MY SONG. LEARNT a simple bit of rhyme An easy air to sing;— I thought the ditty at the time A rather funny thing. Of course, as I was green and young, My judgment might be wrong; Still, folks applauded when I sung My only comic song. 'Twas all about a Cavalier Who finds a pair of gloves, The lady whom he loves. That lady to Hong-Kong And thereupon abruptly ends My only comic song. 'Twas most successful in its way, For I could understand Enough of harmony to play My voice (though never very sweet, Possess'd sufficient force to treat My only comic song. One evening, anxious to impress I took some pains about my dress But lo! a miserable man (My rival all along) Stept in before me, and began My only comic song. BOW BELLS. T the brink of a murmuring brook A contemplative Cockney reclined; As if care were at work on his mind. He sigh'd now and then as we sigh When the heart with soft sentiment swells; And a tear came and moisten'd each eye As he mournfully thought of Bow Bells. I am monarch of all I survey! (Thus he vented his feelings in words)But my kingdom, it grieves me to say, Is inhabited chiefly by birds. |