My head reclined at last;

The darkness closed around, so dear
To fond congenial souls,

And thus she murmur'd at my ear,
"My love, we're out of coals!"

"That Mister Bond has call'd again,
Insisting on his rent;

And all the Todds are coming up
To see us, out of Kent;-
I quite forgot to tell you John
Has had a tipsy fall;—

I'm sure there's something going on
With that vile Mary Hall!"-

"Miss Bell has bought the sweetest silk,
And I have bought the rest-
Of course, if we go out of town,
Southend will be the best.
I really think the Jones's house
Would be the thing for us ;—
I think I told you Mrs. Pope
Had parted with her nus-

"Cook, by the way, came up to-day,

To bid me suit myself—

And what d'ye think? the rats have gnaw'd

The victuals on the shelf,

And, lord! there's such a letter come,

Inviting you to fight!

Of course you don't intend to go

God bless you, dear, good night ! "

III.

A PARENTAL ODE TO MY SON, AGED THREE YEARS AND FIVE MONTHS.

Thou happy, happy elf!

(But stop,-first let me kiss away that tear)—

Thou tiny image of myself!

(My love, he's poking peas into his ear!)
Thou merry, laughing sprite!
With spirits feather-light,

Untouch'd by sorrow, and unsoil'd by sin-
(Good heavens! the child is swallowing a pin !)

Thou little tricksy Puck!

With antic toys so funnily bestuck,

Light as the singing bird that wings the air(The door! the door! he'll tumble down the stair!) Thou darling of thy sire!

(Why, Jane, he'll set his pinafore a-fire!)
Thou imp of mirth and joy!

In Love's dear chain so strong and bright a link,
Thou idol of thy parents-(Drat the boy!
There goes my ink!)

Thou cherub-but of earth;

Fit playfellow for Fays, by moonlight pale,
In harmless sport and mirth,

(That dog will bite him if he pulls its tail!)
Thou human humming-bee, extracting honey
From ev'ry blossom in the world that blows,
Singing in Youth's Elysium ever sunny,
(Another tumble !—that's his precious nose!)

Thy father's pride and hope!

(He'll break the mirror with that skipping-rope !) With pure heart newly stamp'd from Nature's mint

(Where did he learn that squint?)

Thou young domestic dove!

(He 'll have that jug off, with another shove !) Dear nurseling of the Hymeneal nest! (Are those torn clothes his best ?) Little epitome of man!

(He'll climb upon the table, that's his plan !) Touch'd with the beauteous tints of dawning life(He's got a knife !)

Thou enviable being!

No storms, no clouds, in thy blue sky foreseeing,
Play on, play on,
My elfin John!

Toss the light ball-bestride the stick-
(I knew so many cakes would make him sick!)
With fancies, buoyant as the thistle-down,
Prompting the face grotesque, and antic brisk,
With many a lamb-like frisk,

(He's got the scissors, snipping at your gown!)

Thou pretty opening rose !

(Go to your mother, child, and wipe your nose !) Balmy and breathing music like the South, (He really brings my heart into my mouth!) Fresh as the morn, and brilliant as its star, (I wish that window had an iron bar!) Bold as the hawk, yet gentle as the dove,(I'll tell you what, my love, I cannot write, unless he's sent above!)

IV.

A SERENADE.

66 Lullaby, oh, lullaby!"
Thus I heard a father cry,
"Lullaby, oh, lullaby!

The brat will never shut an eye;
Hither come, some power divine!
Close his lids, or open mine!"

"Lullaby, oh, lullaby!
What the devil makes him cry?
Lullaby, oh, lullaby!

Still he stares-I wonder why,

Why are not the sons of earth
Blind, like puppies, from the birth ? ”

"Lullaby, oh, lullaby!"
Thus I heard the father cry;
"Lullaby, oh, lullaby!

Mary, you must come and try!—
Hush, oh, hush, for mercy's sake-
The more I sing, the more you wake!”

"Lullaby, oh, lullaby!
Fie, you little creature, fie!
Lullaby, oh, lullaby!

Is no poppy-syrup nigh?
Give him some, or give him all,
I am nodding to his fall!"

"Lullaby, oh, lullaby!

Two such nights, and I shall die!
Lullaby, oh, lullaby!

He'll be bruised, and so shall I‚—
How can I from bedposts keep,
When I'm walking in my sleep?"

"Lullaby, oh, lullaby! Sleep his very looks denyLullaby, oh, lullaby;

Nature soon will stupefy

My nerves relax,-my eyes grow dim-
Who's that fallen-me or him?"

A PLAIN DIRECTION.

"Do you never deviate?"-John Bull.

IN London once I lost my way
In faring to and fro,

And ask'd a little ragged boy
The way that I should go;

He gave a nod, and then a wink,
And told me to get there

"Straight down the Crooked Lane,
And all round the Square.”

I box'd his little saucy_ears,
And then away I strode;

But since I've found that weary path
Is quite a common road.
Utopia is a pleasant place,
But how shall I get there?
"Straight down the Crooked Lane,
And all round the Square.”

I've read about a famous town
That drove a famous trade,

Where Whittington walk'd up and found

A fortune ready made.

The very streets are paved with gold;

But how shall I get there?

66

Straight down the Crooked Lane,

And all round the Square."

I've read about a Fairy Land,

In some romantic tale,

Where Dwarfs if good are sure to thrive
And wicked Giants fail.

My wish is great, my shoes are strong,
But how shall I get there?

"Straight down the Crooked Lane,
And all round the Square."

I've heard about some happy Isle,
Where every man is free,

And none can lie in bonds for life
For want of L. S. D.

Oh! that's the land of Liberty!

But how shall I get there?

"Straight down the Crooked Lane, And all round the Square."