And now, dearest Kitty,
It's not very pretty,

WHEN THE SULTAN GOES TO ISPAHAN. Indeed it's a pity,

WHEN the Sultan Shah-Zaman
To keep me in sorrow !

Goes to the city Ispahan,
So, if you 'll but chime in,

Even before he gets so far We 'll have done with our rhymin',

As the place where the clustered palm-trees are, Swap Cupid for Hymen,

At the last of the thirty palace-gates,
And be married to-morrow.

The Pet of the Harem, Rose in Bloom,
ANONYMOUS. ! Orders a feast in his favorite room, --

다

LEIGH HUNT.

Glittering squares of colored ice,

Of my wine I plunged and sank him ; Sweetened with syrop, tinctured with spice ; And what d'ye think I did ?- I drank him! Creams, and cordials, and sugared dates; Faith, I thought him dead. Not he! Syrian apples, Othmance quinces,

There he lives with tenfold glee;
Limes, and citrons, and apricots ;

And now, this moment, with his wings
And wines that are known to Eastern princes. ' I feel him tickling my heart-strings.
And Nubian slaves, with smoking pots
Of spiced meats, and costliest fish,
And all that the curious palate could wish,
Pass in and out of the cedarn doors.

THE YOUNG MAY MOON.
Scattered over mosaic floors

The young May moon is beaming, love, Are anemones, myrtles, and violets ;

The glow-worm's lamp is gleaming, love, And a musical fountain throws its jets

How sweet to rove Of a hundred colors into the air.

Through Morna's grove, The dark Sultana loosens her hair,

While the drowsy world is dreaming, love! And stains with the henna plant the tips

Then awake! -- the heavens look bright, my dear! Of her pearly nails, and bites her lips

'Tis never too late for delight, my dear! Till they bloom agajn ; but alas, that rose

And the best of all ways
Not for the Sultan buds and blows !

To lengthen our days
Not for the Sultan Shal-Zaman

Is to steal a few hours from the night, my dear !
When he goes to the city Ispahan.

Now all the world is sleeping, love, Then at a wave of her sunny hand,

But the sage, his star-watch keeping, love, The dancing girls of Samarcand

And I, whose star, Float in like mists from Fairy-land !

More glorious far, And to the low voluptuous swoons

Is the eye from that casement peeping, love. Of music, rise and fall the moons

Then awake! -- till rise of sun, my dear, of their full brown bosoms. Orient blood The sage's glass we 'll shun, my dear, Runs in their veins, shines in their eyes;

Or, in watching the flight And there in this Eastern paradise,

Of bodies of light,
Filled with the fumes of sandal-wood, He might happen to take thee for one, my dear!
And Khoten musk, and aloes, and myrrh,
Sits Rose in Bloom on a silk divan,
Sipping the wines of Astrakhan ;
And her Arab lover sits with her.

AH, SWEET KITTY NEIL!
That's when the Sultan Shah-Zaman
Goes to the city Ispahan.

“Ah, sweet Kitty Neil ! rise up from your wheel,

Your neat little foot will be weary from spinNow, when I see an extra light

ning; Flaming, flickering on the night,

Come, trip down with me to the sycamore-tree; From my neighbor's casement opposite,

Half the parish is there, and the dance is beI know as well as I know to pray,

ginning. I know as well as a tongue can say,

The sun is gone down; but the full harvest moon That the innocent Sultan Shah-Zaman

Shines sweetly and cool on the dew-whitened

valley; Has gone to the city Ispahan. THOMAS BAILEY ALDRICH.

While all the air rings with the soft, loving things

Eachlittle bird sings in the green shaded alley."

THOMAS MOORE.

CUPID SWALLOWED.

TOTHER day, as I was twining
Roses for a crown to dine in,
What, of all things, midst the heap,
Should I light on, fast asleep,
But the little desperate elf,
The tiny traitor, — Love himself !
By the wings I pinched him up
Like a bee, and in a cup

With a blush and a smile, Kitty rose up the

while, Her eye in the glass, as she bound her hair,

glancing; 'Tis hard to refuse when a young lover sues, So she could n't but choose to -- go off to the

dancing And now on the green the glad groups are seen, -Each gay-hearted lad with the lass of his

choosing;

ALO

ground,

ROBERT BURNS.

And Pat, without fail, leads out sweet Kitty | Slighted love is sair to bide --• Neil,

Ha, ha! the wooing o't! Somehow, when he asked, she ne'er thought of Shall I, like a fool, quoth he, refusing.

For a haughty hizzie dee?

She may gae to - France for me ! Now Felix Magee puts his pipes to his knee,

Ha, ha! the wooing o't! And, with flourish so free, sets each couple in motion ;

How it comes let doctors tell With a cheer and a bound, the lads patter the

Ha, ha! the wooing o't! ground,

Meg grew sick as he grew heal — The maids move around just like swans on the

Ha, ha! the wooing o't! ocean.

Something in her bosom wrings, -Cheeks bright as the rose, - feet light as the doe's,

For relief a sigh she brings; Now coyly retiring, now boldly advancing ;

And 0, her een they speak sic things! Search the world all around from the sky to the

Ha, ha! the wooing o't !

Duncan was a lad o grace --No such sight can be found as an Irish lass

Ha, ha ! the wooing o't! dancing!

Maggie's was a piteous case —

Ha, ha! the wooing o't! Sweet Kate ! who could view your bright eyes

Duncan could na be her death : of deep blue, Beaming humidly through their dark lashes so

Swelling pity smoored his wrath.

Now they're crouse and canty baith, mildly,

Ha, ha! the wooing o't! Your fair-turned arm, heaving breast, rounded

form,
Nor feel his heart warm, and his pulses throb
wildly?

RORY O'MORE ;
Poor Pat feels his heart, as he gazes, depart,
Subdued by the smart of such painful yet sweet

OR, GOOD OMENS.
love ;

YOUNG Rory O'More courted Kathleen Bawn; The sight leaves his eye as he cries with a sigh, Hewas bold as the hawk, and she soft as the dawn; “Dance light, for my heart it lies under your He wished in his heart pretty Kathleen to please, feet, love !"

And he thought the best way to do that was to

tease. “Now, Rory, be aisy,"sweet Kathleen would cry, Reproof on her lip, but a smile in her eye ;

“With your tricks, I don't know, in throth, what DUNCAN GRAY CAM' HERE TO WOO.

I'm about; DUNCAN GRAY cam’here to w00

Taith you ’ve teazed till I've put on my cloak Ha, ha ! the wooing o't!

inside out.”

“Och ! jewel,” says Rory, “that same is the way On blythe Yule night when we were fou — Ha, ha! the wooing o't!

And't is plazed that I am, and why not, to be sure ? Maggie coost her head su' high, Looked asklent and unco skeigh,

For 't is all for good luck,” says bold Rory O'More. Gart poor Duncan stand abeigh --Ha, ha! the wooing o't!"

“Indeed, then,” says Kathleen, “don't think of

the like, Duncan fleeched and Duncan prayed -

For I half gave a promise to soothering Mike; Ha, ha! the wooing o't!

The ground that I walk on he loves, I'll be Meg was deaf as Ailsa craig --

bound”. Ha, ha! the wooing o't !

“Faith !” says Rory, “I'd rather love you than Duncan sighed baith out and in,

the ground.'' Grat his een baith bleer't and blin',

“Now, Rory, I'll cry if you don't let me go : Spak o' lowpin o'er a linn

Sure I dream ev'ry night that I'm hating you Ha, ha ! the wooing o't !

so!”

“Och !” says Rory, “ that same I'm delighted Time and chance are but a tide —

to hear, Ha, ha! the wooing o't !

For dhrames always go by conthraries, my dear.

DENIS FLORENCE MACCARTHY.

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sure ?

Och ! jewel, keep dhraming that same till you | I'd give up the whole world and in banishment die,

die ; And bright morning will give dirty night the But Nancy came by, a round plump little creablack lie!

ture, And 't is plazed that I am, and why not, to be And fixed in my heart quite another design.

| 'T is a bit of a thing that a body might sing Since 't is all for good luck," says bold Rory | Just to set us a-going and season the wine. O'More.

Little Nance, like a Hebe, was buxom and gay, « Arrah, Kathleen, my darlint, you've teazed Had a bloom like the rose and was fresher than me enough ;

May; Sure, I 've thrashed, for your sake, Dinny Grimes O, I felt if she frowned I would die by a rope, and Jim Duff ;

And my bosom would burst if she slighted my And I've made myself, drinking your health, hope; quite a baste,

But the slim, taper, elegant Fanny looked at me, So I think, after that, I may talk to the priest." | And, troth, I no longer for Nancy could pine. Then Rory, the rogue, stole his arm round her l’T is a bit of a thing that a body might sing neck,

Just to set us a-going and season the wine. So soft and so white, without freckle or speck; And he looked in her eyes, that were beaming Now Fanny's light frame was so slender and fine with light,

That she skimmed in the air like a shadow divine. And he kissed her sweet lips - Don't you think Her motion bewitched, and to my loving eye he was right?

| 'T was an angel soft gliding 'twixt earth and the “Now, Rory, leave off, sir - you 'll hug me no sky. more, -

'T was all mighty well till I saw her fat sister, That's eight times to-day you have kissed me. And that gave a turn I could never define. before."

'Tis a bit of a thing that a body might sing " Then here goes another,” says he, “ to make Just to set us a-going and season the wine.

sure,
For there's luck in odd numbers,” says Rory | O, so I go on, ever constantly blest,
O'More.

For I find I've a great stock of love in my breast;
And it never grows less, for whenever I try
To get one in my heart, I get two in my eye.

To all kinds of beauty I bow with devotion,
THE CATALOGUE.

And all kinds of liquor by turns I make mine;

So I'll finish the thing that another may sing, 0, THAT's what you mean now, a bit of a song, Just to keep us a-going and season the wine. Arrah, faith, then here goes, you sha'n't bother

CAPT. MORRIS. * me long; I require no teazing, no praying, nor stuff,

THE AGE OF WISDOM. To give you no end ; you shall have a beginning,

Ho! pretty page, with the dimpled chin,
And, troth, though the music is not over fine, |. That never has known the barber's shear,
'T is a bit of a thing that a body might sing All your wish is woman to win ;
Just to set us a-going and season the wine. This is the way that boys begin, --

Wait till you come to forty year.
0, I once was a lover, like some of you here,
And could feed a whole night on a sigh or a tear, Curly gold locks cover foolish brains ;
No sunshine I knew but from Kitty's black eye, Billing and cooing is all your cheer, --
And the world was a desert when she was n't by; Sighing, and singing of midnight strains,
But the devil knows how, I got fond of Miss Under Bonnybell's window-panes, --
Betty,

Wait till you come to forty year.
And Kitty slipt out of this bosom of mine.
'T is a bit of a thing that a body might sing Forty times over let Michaelmas pass ;
Just to set us a-going and season the wine.

Grizzling hair the brain doth clear ;

Then you know a boy is an ass,
Now Betty had eyes soft and blue as the sky, Then you know the worth of a lass, ---
And the lily was black when her bosom was nigh ; Once you have come to forty year.
0, I vowed and I swore if she'd not a kind eye l * A boon companion of George, Prince Regent

SAMUEL LOVER.