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ELEGY ON MRS. BLAIZE.-GOLDSMITE.

GOOD people all, with one accord,
Lament for Madam Blaize,
Who never wanted a good word—
From those who spoke her prais

The needy seldom pass'd her door,
And always found her kind;
She freely lert to all the poor---
Who left a pledge behind.

She strove the neighborhood to please,
With manners wondrous winning,
And never followed wicked ways-
Unless when she was sinning.

At church, in silks and satins new,
With hoop of monstrous size,
She never slumber'd in her pew-
But when she shut her eyes.

Her love was sought, I do aver,
By twenty beaus and more;
The king himself has follow'd her-
When she has walk'd before.

But now her wealth and finery fled,
Her hangers-on cut short all;
The doctors found, when she was dead,
Her last disorder mortal.

Let us lament, in sorrow sore,

For Kent street well may say,

That had she lived a twelvemonth moro

She had not died to-day.

BATTLE OF THE KEGS.-F. HOPKINSON.

GALLANTS, attend, and hear a friend,
Thrill forth harmonious ditty:
Strange things I'll tell, which late befel
In Philadelphia city.

'Twas early day, as poets say,
Just when the sun was rising,
A soldier stood on log of wood,
And saw a sight surprising.

As in a maze, he stood to gaze,
(The truth can't be denied, sir)
He spied a score of KEGS or more
Come floating down the tide, sir.

A sailor, too, in jerkin blue,

The strange appearance viewing,
Wide ope'd his eyes, in great surprise;
Then said "Some mischief's brewing.

"These KEGS now hold the rebels bold,
"Pack'd up like pickled herring;.
"And they're come down, t' attack the town
"In this new way of ferry'ng."

The soldier flew-the sailor too

And, scar'd almost to death, sir,

Wore out their shoes, to spread the news; And ran till out of breath, sir.

Now up and down, throughout the town,
Most frantic scenes were acted:
And some ran here, and some ran there,
Like men almost distracted.

Some "Fire!" cried; which some denied,
Some said the earth did quake:

And girls and boys, with hideous noise,

Ran as if their necks to break.

Sir William* he, snug as a flea,
Lay all this time a snoring;
Nor dreamt of harm, as he lay warm
Within his pleasant mooring.

Now in a fright, he starts upright,
Awak'd by such a clatter:

He rubs both eyes; and boldly cries,
"Why, mercy! what's the matter?"

At his bed-side, he then espied

Sir Erskinet at command, sir;
Upon one foot, he had one boot,
And t' other in his hand, sir.

"Arise! arise!" sir Erskine crics:
“The rebels—more's the pity-
"Without a boat, are all on float,
"And rang'd before the city.

"The motley crew, in vessels new,
"With Satan for their guide, sir,
"Pack'd up in bags, or wooden KEGS,
"Come driving down the tide, sir.

"Therefore, prepare for bloody war:
"These KEGS must all be routed:
"Or surely we despised shall be,
"And British courage doubted."

The royal band now steady stand,
All rang'd in dread array, sir.
With stomachs stout to see it out,
And make a bloody day, sir.

Sir William Howe.

Sir William Erskine.

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"Why sure," thought they, "there's a mighty fray
"'Mongst folks above the water."

The KEGS, 'tis said, though strongly made
Of rebel staves and hoops, sir,

Could not oppose their powerful focs,
The conqu'ring British troops, sir.

From morn to night, those men of might
Display'd amazing courage;
And when the sun was fairly down,

Retir'd to sup their porridge.

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Or more, upon my word, sir,

It is most truc, would be too few,

Their valor to record, sir.

Such feats did they perform that day,
Upon those wicked KEGS, sir,

That years to come, if they get home,

They'll make their boasts and brags, sir.

*The British officers were so fond of the word rebel, that they often applicc it most absurdly.

ORATOR PUFF.-THOMAS MOORE.

MR. ORATOR PUFF had two tones in his voice,
The one squeaking thus, and the other down so;
In each sentence he uttered he gave you your choice,
For one half was B alt, and the rest G below.
Oh! oh! Orator Puff,

One voice for an orator's surely enough.

But he still talked away, spite of coughs and of frowns,
So distracting all ears with his ups and his downs,

That a wag once, on hearing the orator say,

"My voice is for war," asked him, "Which of them pray ?" Oh! oh! Orator Puff,

One voice for an orator's surely enough.

Reeling homewards, one evening, top-heavy with gin,
And rehearsing his speech on the weight of the crown,
He tripp'd near a saw-pit, and tumbled right in,

แ Sinking fund," the last words as his noddle came down. Oh! oh! Orator Puff,

One voice for an orator's surely enough..

"Oh! save!" he exclaim'd, in his hc-and-she-tones,

* Help me out! help me out!-I have broken my bones !" Help you out!" said a Paddy, who passed, "what a bother! Why, there's two of you there; can't you help one another ?" Oh! oh! Orator Puff,

One voice for an orator's surely enough.

LIVING UP FIVE PAIR OF STAIRS.-ANON.

SUCH a thing as true bliss in this life is a bubble,
For all the world over man's weigh'd down by trouble:
'Tis true there are some who are favor'd by fate,
But still more or less woe on all doth await.

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