Then the toast, then the toast be dear woman, Let each breast that is manly ap prove, Then the toast, then the toast be dear woman, And nine cheers to the girls that we love ; Hip, hip, hip, hurrah! hip, hip, hip, hurrah! Hurrah, hurrah, hurrah for the girls that, we love Come, raise the wine-cup to heaven high, Ye gods, on Olympus approve! The off'ring thus mellow'd by woman's bright smile, Out rivals the nectar of Jove. Now, drain, drain the goblet with transport, The spell of life's best joys impart; The cup thus devoted to woman, Yields the only true balm of the heart. Then the toast, &c. OFT in the stilly night, Ere slumber's chain has bound me, Fond memory brings the light Of other days around me; The smiles, the tears of childhood's years, The words of love then spoken, The eyes gone, that shone, now dimmed and The cheerful hearts now broken! When I remember all The friends so linked together, I've seen around me fall, Like leaves in winter weather, I feel like one, who treads alone Some banquet hall deserted, Whose lights are fled, whose garland's dead And all but me departed. Thus in the stilly night, &c. AS SLOW OUR SHIP. As slow our ship her foamy track When, round the bowl, of vanish'd years We talk with joyous seeming, And when in other climes we meet, Where all looks flow'ry, wild and sweet, And naught but love is wanting; We think how great had been our bliss, If Heav'n had but assign'd us. To live and die in scenes like this, With some we've left behind us! As travellers oft look back at eve, THE MAID OF ERIN AIR.-The Maid of Lodi. My thoughts delight to wander The lovely Maid of Erin, Had fortune fix'd my station That wealth and power both sharing, Who sweetly sang to me. Although the restless ocean DARK EYED ONE. DARK eyed one, dark eyed one, come hither to me, I'll sing thee a song, 'neath the tama◄ rind tree, |