Which I have looked for nights and mornings; But for that loss of time and ease, I can recover damages." "I know," cries Death, that at the best I seldom am a welcome guest; But do n't be captious, friend, at least: "And no great wonder," Death replies: Perhaps," says Dodson, "so it might, "This is a shocking tale, 't is true, "There's none," cries he; "and if there were, I'm grown so deaf I could not hear." "Nay, then," the spectre stern rejoined, "These are unwarrantable yearnings; If you are lame, and deaf, and blind, You've had your three sufficient warnings. Yields to his fate-so ends my tale. Life. HESTER THRALE. LIFE, I know not what thou art, But know that thou and I must part; And when, or how, or where we met, Life, we have been long together, Through pleasant and through cloudy weather; "T is hard to part when friends are dear, Perhaps 't will cost a sigh, a tear; Then steal away, give little warning, Choose thine own time, Say not Good-Night, but in some brighter clime Bid me Good-Morning. ANNA LETITIA BARBAULD. When Shall we Three Meet Again? WHEN shall we three meet again? Though in distant lands we sigh, When our burnished locks are gray, When the dreams of life are fled; When in cold oblivion's shade Beauty, wealth, and fame are laid,— There may we three meet again. ANONYMOUS. Gaffer Gray. "Hcl why dost thou shiver and shake, Gaffer Gray, And why doth thy nose look so blue ?" "T is the weather that 's cold, 'T is I'm grown very old, And my doublet is not very new, "Then line that warm doublet with ale, Gaffer Gray, And warm thy old heart with a glass." Then "Nay, but credit I 've none, And my money 's all gone; "Hie away to the house on the brow, Gaffer Gray, And knock at the jolly priest's door." "The priest often preaches Against worldly riches, But ne'er gives a mite to the poor, "The lawyer lives under the hill, Gaffer Gray, Warmly fenced both in back and in front." "He will fasten his locks, And will threaten the stocks, Should he evermore find me in want, 'The squire has fat beeves and brown ale, And the season will welcome you there." And his merry new year, Are all for the flush and the fair, Well-a-day!" "My keg is but low, I confess, Gaffer Gray, What then? While it lasts, man, we 'll live." "The poor man alone, When he hears the poor moan, Of his morsel a morsel will give, Well-a-day." THOMAS HOLCROFT. What Constitutes a State. WHAT Constitutes a state? Not high-raised battlement or labored mound, Not cities proud with spires and turrets crowned; Where, laughing at the storm, rich navies ride; Where low-browed baseness wafts perfume to gride. With powers as far above dull brutes endued In forest, brake, or den, As beasts excel cold rocks and brambles rude,— But know their rights, and, knowing, dare maintain, And crush the tyrant while they rend the chain; And sovereign law, that state's collected will, Sits empress, crowning good, repressing ill. The fiend, Dissension, like a vapor sinks; Hides his faint rays, and at her bidding shrinks; Than Lesbos fairer and the Cretan shore! No more shall freedom smile? Shall Britons languish, and be men no more? Those sweet rewards which decorate the brave 'Tis folly to decline, And steal inglorious to the silent grave. SIR WILLIAM JONES. To the Cuckoo. HAIL, beauteous stranger of the grove! Thou messenger of Spring! Now heaven repairs thy rural seat, Soon as the daisy decks the green, Delightful visitant! with thee I hail the time of flowers, The school-boy, wandering through the wood |