FAREWELL TO ENGLAND. BY LORD BYRON. ADIEU, adieu! my native shore Yon sun that sets upon the sea A few short hours and he will rise Its hearth is desolate ; Wild weeds are gathering on the wall; My dog howls at the gate. "Come hither, hither, my little page! But dash the tear-drop from thine eye; Our ship is swift and strong: Our fleetest falcon scarce can fly More merrily along." "Let winds be shrill, let waves roll high, I fear not wave nor wind; Yet marvel not, Sir Childe, that I Am sorrowful in mind; For I have from my father gone, A mother whom I love, And have no friend, save these alone, "My father blessed me fervently, "Come hither, hither, my staunch yeoman Why dost thou look so pale? Or dost thou dread a French foeman? Or shiver at the gale?"— "Deem'st thou I tremble for my Sir Childe, I'm not so weak; But thinking on an absent wife Will blanch a faithful cheek. life? 66 My spouse and boys dwell near thy hall, Along the bordering lake, And when they on their father call, What answer shall she make? Enough, enough, my yeoman good, "And now I'm in the world alone, But why should I for others groan, But long ere I come back again, "With thee, my bark, I'll swiftly go Nor care what land thou bearest me to, Welcome, welcome, ye dark blue waves! Welcome, ye deserts, and ye caves! My native land CHAPTER OF ACCIDENTS. BY THOMAS HOOD. THERE is nothing but plague in this house! That our friends would enjoy our good cheer; But I wish you a happy New Year! Mr. Rudge has not called, but he will, For his rates, church and highway, and poor; Little Charles is come home with the mumps, And Matilda with measles, I fear; And I've taken two sov'reigns like dumpsBut I wish you a happy New Year! Your poor brother is in the Gazette, And the "Wiggins" has foundered near Cork. Mr. Merrington's bill is come back; The best dinner-set 's fall'n to the ground; That declare you shall die like a Weare; And it may- The old lawsuit with Levy is lost; There's the "Sun" and the " Phoenix" to pay, |