PHOEBE CARY.

The day is done, and darkness From the wing of night is loosed, As a feather is wafted downward From a chicken going to roost. I see the lights of the baker Gleam through the rain and mist, And a feeling of sadness comes o'er me That I cannot well resist. A feeling of sadness and longing, That is not like being sick, And resembles sorrow only As a brickbat resembles a brick. Come, get for me some supper,— A good and regular meal, That shall soothe this restless feeling, And banish the pain I feel. Not from the pastry baker's, Not from the shops for cake, I wouldn't give a farthing For all that they can make. For, like the soup at dinner, Such things would but suggest Some dishes more substantial, And to-night I want the best. Go to some honest butcher, Whose beef is fresh and nice As any they have in the city, And get a liberal slice. Such things through days of labour, And nights devoid of ease, For sad and desperate feelings Are wonderful remedies. They have an astonishing power To aid and reinforce, And come like the 'Finally, brethren,' That follows a long discourse. Then get me a tender sirloin From off the bench or hook, And lend to its sterling goodness The science of the cook. And the night shall be filled with comfort, And the cares with which it begun Shall fold up their blankets like Indians, And silently cut and run.

That very time I saw, (but thou couldst not,) Walking between the garden and the barn, Reuben, all armed; a certain aim he took At a young chicken, standing by a post, And loosed his bullet smartly from his gun, As he would kill a hundred thousand hens. But I might see young Reuben's fiery shot Lodged in the chaste board of the garden fence, And the domesticated fowl passed on, In henly meditation, bullet free.

When lovely woman wants a favour, And finds, too late, that man won't bend, What earthly circumstance can save her From disappointment in the end? The only way to bring him over, The last experiment to try, Whether a husband or a lover, If he have feeling, is, to cry!