The doubtful sneeze! a failure quite—
A winker half, and half a gaper;
Alas to paint on canvas here

What should have been on TISSUE-paper.

THE

BEGONE DULL CARE.

From Neele's Miscellanies.

Come, fill the bowl!-oh! fill it up-
Shun schoolmen's lore to night :
The well, Truth dwells in, is the cup
That sparkles ruby-bright.

Count not the minutes as they pass,
Nor at old Time repine;

But shake the sands from out his glass,
And fill it up with wine.

ON HOPE.

The wretch condemned with life to part,
Still, still on hope relies ;

And every pang that rends the heart,
Bids expectation rise.

Hope, like the glimmering taper's light,
Adorns and cheers the way;

And still as darker grows the night,
Emits a brighter ray.

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THE MOON AND THE EARTH.

Says the earth to the moon, "you're a pilfering jade;

What you steal from the sun is beyond all be

lief?"

Fair Cynthia replies,

prate;

"Madam Earth, hold your

The receiver is always as bad as the thief."

EPITOME OF MAN'S LIFE.

Childhood in toys delights;

And youth in sports as vain;
Mid age has many cares and frights;
Old age is full of pain.

THE KISS.

To a Lady who appeared displeased at the Author's having kissed her hand.

Thy rosy fingers I have prest,

And really both my lips were blest!
Oh! canst thou, lovely girl complain;

Yet if my kiss, as light as air,

Be deemed so weighty an affair,

I'll take it off thy hands again.

STICK NO BILLS.

On seeing the notice “Stick no Bills" on the door of the Debtor's Prison.

"When you're in debt and have no cash, what can

more

Annoy you than a Bill stuck on your door?

COLD COMFORT.

An Englishman once from fair England had gone In Scotland to travel a-foot and alone.

Five weeks on Scotch ground to the North he had pass'd,

And all the five weeks had the rain fallen fast; And still it was falling yet faster and faster (To such a pedestrian no trifling disaster.) His patience exhausted-cold-weary-distressed, He met an old herd, whom he gruffly address'd, "Does no kind of weather in Scotland appear But this? Have you rain everlastingly here?" "Rain!" answered the man as he pass'd him, "Oh no!

We sometimes have hail, sir and sometimes have snow."

ALL WEATHERS.

In England, if two are conversing together, The subject begins with the state of the weather; And ever the same, both with young and with old, 'Tis either too hot, or either too cold'Tis either too wet, or either too dry→→

The glass is too low, or else 'tis too high.

But, if all had their wishes once jumbled together, The devil himself could not live in such weather.

DESCRIPTION OF LONDON.

Houses, churches, mix'd together,

Streets unpleasant in all weather.

Prisons, palaces contiguous,

Gates-a bridge, the Thames irriguous;

Gaudy things enough to tempt ye,
Showy outsides, insides empty;
Bubbles, trades, mechanic arts,
Coaches, wheelbarrows and carts;
Warrants, bailiffs, bills unpaid,
Lords of laundresses afraid;

Rogues that nightly rob and shoot men,
Hangmen, Aldermen and footmen :
Lawyers, poets, priests, physicians,
Noble, simple-all conditions ;
Worth-beneath a thread-bare cover;
Villainy, bedaubed all over;
Women, black, red, fair, and grey,
Prudes, and such as never pray;
Handsome, ugly, noisy, still,

Some that will not some that will
Many a beau without a shilling,
Many a widow-not unwilling:
Many a bargain, if you strike it;
This is London-how do you like it?

ON THE HYDE-PARK ACHILLES.

IF on this pedestal we see

Our great ACHILLES and protector,

Why then the inference must be,

He whom he vanquished was a Нестов.

ON A CLOCK.

I serve thee here with all my might,
To tell the hours by day and night;
Therefore example take by me,
To serve thy God as I serve thee.

ON A LADY'S SECRECY.

"She's secret as the grave! allow." I do; I cannot doubt it;

But 'tis a grave with tombstone on,
That tells you all about it!"

GOOD BYE.

When from the friend we dearly love,
Fate tells us we must part,
By words we can but feebly prove
The anguish of the heart.

And no soft speech howe'er sincere,
Can half so much imply,

As the suppress'd, though trembling tear,
That drowns those words "Good bye."

ON A COUNTRY INN.

The following lines are painted on a sign-post at an inn door between Ripley and Guildford, on the Portsmouth road:

This sign hangs well,

And hinders none;

Call and refresh,

And travel on.

TO THE HUMMING BIRD.

OH! fly, lovely bird, to some Fairy-land bower, For Nature has form'd thee so brilliant and light; The zephyrs might deem thee a beautiful flower, Were it not for soft murmurs betraying thy flight: