Tart solo, sour duet, and general squall,- His burning bosom buttoned it with stars. These are our hymn. Women, with tongues Like polar needles, ever on the jar ; Children, with drums Strapped round them by the fond pater nal ass ; Peripatetics with a blade of grass Between their thumbs. Here will I lay me on the velvet grass, That is like padding to earth's meagre lence. Ha! what is this that rises to my touch, | For such a pensive hour of soothing siSo like a cushion? Can it be a cabbage? It is, it is that deeply injured flower, Which boys do flout us with ; but yet Kind Nature, shuffling in her loose un- I love thee, I can feel Thou giant rose, wrapped in a green sur- With all around me ; - I can hail the flowers tout. Doubtless in Eden thou didst blush as That sprig earth's mantle, and yon quiet bird, bright As these, thy puny brethren; and thy That rides the stream, is to me as a breath brother. Sweetened the fragrance of her spicy air; The vulgar know not all the hidder But now thou seemest like a bankrupt beau, Stripped of his gaudy hues and essences, Is that a swan that rides upon the water? O no, it is that other gentle bird, I have a scar upon my thimble finger, My father was a tailor, and his father, And my sire's grandsire, all of them were tailors; pockets, Where Nature stows away her loveliness. THE DORCHESTER GIANT. THERE was a giant in time of old, He had a wife, but she was a scold, It happened to be an election day, And the giants were choosing a king; The people were not democrats then, They had an ancient goose, it was an They did not talk of the rights of men, heirloom - From some remoter tailor of our race. with it, And it did burn me, -O, most fearfully! It is a joy to straighten out one's limbs, And leap elastic from the level counter, Leaving the petty grievances of earth, The breaking thread, the din of clashing shears, And all that sort of thing. Then the giant took his children three, And Dorchester Heights and Milton Hill Then he brought them a pudding stuffed As big as the State-House dome; And all the needles that do wound the Quoth he, "There's something for you So stop your mouths with your 'lection The whole of the story I will tell, Giant and mammoth have passed away, I love sweet features; I will own For ages have floated by ; The suet is hard as a marrow-bone, And every plum is turned to a stone, But there the puddings lie. And if, some pleasant afternoon, You'll ask me out to ride, That I should like myself To see my portrait on a wall, Hushed up among one's friends! THE COMET. THE Comet! He is on his way, Ten million cubic miles of head, Ten billion leagues of tail! On, on by whistling spheres of light He asks them not their names; One spurn from his demoniac heel, Away, away they fly, Where darkness might be bottled up And sold for "Tyrian dye." And what would happen to the land, And how would look the sea, If in the bearded devil's path Our earth should chance to be? Full hot and high the sea would boil, Full red the forests gleam; Methought I saw and heard it all In a dyspeptic dream! I saw the scalding pitch roll down I saw a roasting pullet sit I saw a cripple scorch his hand I saw nine geese upon the wing Crisped to a crackling coal. I saw the ox that browsed the grass I saw huge fishes, boiled to rags, Bob through the bubbling brine; And thoughts of supper crossed my soul; I had been rash at mine. Strange sights! strange sounds! O fearful dream! Its memory haunts me still, The steaming sea, the crimson glare, That wreathed each wooded hill; Stranger! if through thy reeling brain Such midnight visions sweep, Spare, spare, O, spare thine evening meal, And sweet shall be thy sleep! THE MUSIC-GRINDERS. THERE are three ways in which men take One's money from his purse, And very hard it is to tell Which of the three is worse; But all of them are bad enough To make a body curse. Your "auld acquaintance" all at once Is altered in the face; Their discords sting through Burns and Like hedgehogs dressed in lace. And dock the tail of Rhyme, And break the legs of Time. A hat is going round! No! Pay the dentist when he leaves A fracture in your jaw, And pay the owner of the bear That stunned you with his paw, And buy the lobster that has had Your knuckles in his claw; But if you are a portly man, Put on your fiercest frown, And talk about a constable To turn them out of town; Then close your sentence with an oath, And shut the window down! And if you are a slender man, Not big enough for that, Or, if you cannot make a speech, Because you are a flat, Go very quietly and drop A button in the hat! THE TREADMILL SONG. THE stars are rolling in the sky, The earth rolls on below, And we can feel the rattling wheel Revolving as we go. |