Ask and Have. · "For my father, he loves me so dearly, He'll never consent I should go If you talk to my father," says Mary, "He'll surely say 'No.'" “Then how shall I get you, my jewel? Sweet Mary," says I; "If your father and mother's so cruel, Most surely I'll die!" "Oh, never say die, dear," says Mary; "A way now to save you I see : Since my parents are both so contrary— You'd better ask me." A LYRIC FOR LOVERS. W. H. WILLS. OVE launch'd a gallant little craft, And Passion made to steer; A Lyric for Lovers. Merrily roved the thoughtless crew But soon a sail bore down: all knew A storm arose. The canvass now While headstrong Passion dash'd the prow "All's lost!" each trembling sailor cried; "Bid Captain Hope adieu!" But, in his life-boat, Reason hied To save the silly crew. Impulse the torrents overwhelm, But Pleasure 'scaped from wreck ; Love, making Reason take the helm, Chain'd Passion to the deck. "I thought you were my foe; but now," Reason, henceforth through life shalt thou Times more deafening than old Tom of Lincoln: Big monotone Huge Upper Benjamin! When I think on How thy E natural-sonorous tonic, Booming distinctly out, each clear harmonic, Will wrap in sound all London, and, three million ears Monstrous memento! Has thy tongue been sent to Memorialise " my Lords" from your tall steeple-- And tired-out snorers, Who dream, forsooth, they represent the people, Ode to Big Ben. That Time, which they so waste in clubs and " Is, in reality, the Public's, and not theirs? Wilt thou, O giant Captain Cuttle! pairs,” When hourly" making a note on't," rouse the subtle Barnacles to a sense of " how to do it?" 66 Or, if you can't, to a dread of how they'll rue it? Tremendous Larum! If, at each great stroke Your trembling clamour Purges the air of all the lies and smoke Will make thy clock, good dame, For ever hold her hands before her face), |