ANACREONTIC,

(For a Cavalier Tea-Party.)

Y, marry! With glee I abandon the

bottle;

But, mark me, not all your philo-

sophers, up

From quaint Master Mill to an-

tique Aristotle,

Shall make me turn tail on the

saucer and cup.

Drink, roysterers all; and, ifegs!

while I utter.

The praises of tea, let the burden resound.

Let those who prefer it have plain bread and butter;

For me, lads, I warrant the toast shall go round.

Chorus.—Let those. &c.

Dull knaves who delight in the worship of BACCHUS

May jeer at our joys in their pestilent way.

Pert fools that love Sherris perchance may attack us;

What boots it, my bully boys? Drink and be gay.

Adzooks, let the braggarts go sleep in the gutter;

Carouse ye, so long as Bohea can be found;

Let those who prefer it have plain bread and butter:

For me lads, I warrant the toast shall go t round.

Chorus.—Let those, &c.

Odsbodikins! Tea is the soul and the sinew

Of all the gay gallants that fight for the king;

Long, long on the throne may our monarch continue,

To laugh at the French and bid rebels go swing.

Drink, drink to our flag, boys; for ages shall flutter

In glory and honour that standard renown'd.

Let those who prefer it have plain bread and butter;

For me, lads, I warrant the toast shall go round.

Chorus.—Let those, &c.

A CHILD'S TWILIGHT.

CHILD.

THE sun drops down in the deep, deep west

As a ball sinks into a cup;

And the moon springs rapidly up from rest

As a Jack-in-the-box leaps up.

Now falls the shadow and comes the dark,

And the face of the world is hid;

Like the men and the beasts in a Noah's ark

When they slumber beneath its lid.

So softly—slowly—the silence creeps

Over earth and all earthly things,

That it leaves Mankind like a doll that sleeps

With nothing to touch the springs.

MOTHER.

Ah! would that never the stars might shine—

Like Heaven's kaleidoscopes—

Upon lids less innocent, love, than thine

Less innocent joys and hopes.