For when they left the plain,

Oh! 'twas merry in the hall,
The beards wagg'd all,-

We shall never see the like again!

'Twas then the Christmas tale was told Of goblin, ghost, or fairy,

And they cheer'd the hearts of the tenants old With a cup of good canary.

And they each took a smack

Of the cold black-jack,

Till the fire burn'd in each brain;
Oh! 'twas merry in the hall,
The beards wagg'd all,-

May we soon see the like again!

THE GOOD TIME COMING.

CHARLES MACKAY. The music by HENRY RUSSELL,

THERE's a good time coming, boys,
A good time coming:

We

may not live to see the day, But earth shall glisten in the ray Of the good time coming. Cannon balls may aid the truth,

But thought's a weapon stronger; We'll win our battle by its aid ;— Wait a little longer.

There's a good time coming, boys,
A good time coming:

The pen shall supersede the sword,
And Right, not Might, shall be the lord
In the good time coming.

Worth, not Birth, shall rule mankind,
And be acknowledged stronger :
The proper impulse has been given;—
Wait a little longer.

There's a good time coming, boys,

A good time coming:
War in all men's eyes shall be
A monster of iniquity

In the good time coming.
Nations shall not quarrel then

To prove which is the stronger;
Nor slaughter men for glory's sake;-
Wait a little longer.

There's a good time coming, boys,
A good time coming :
Hateful rivalries of creed

Shall not make their martyrs bleed
In the good time coming.
Religion shall be shorn of pride,
And flourish all the stronger ;
And Charity shall trim her lamp ;-
Wait a little longer.

There's a good time coming, boys,
A good time coming:
And a poor man's family
Shall not be his misery

In the good time coming.
Every child shall be a help,

To make his right arm stronger;
The happier he, the more he has ;-
Wait a little longer.

There's a good time coming, boys,
A good time coming:
Little children shall not toil,
Under, or above, the soil,

In the good time coming.

But shall play in healthful fields

Till limbs and mind grow stronger;

And every one shall read and write ;

Wait a little longer.

There's a good time coming, boys,
A good time coming:

The people shall be temperate,
And shall love instead of hate,

In the good time coming.

They shall use and not abuse,
And make all virtue stronger;
The reformation has begun ;-
Wait a little longer.

There's a good time coming, boys,
A good time coming:
Let us aid it all we can,
Every woman, every man,

The good time coming.

Smallest helps, if rightly given,

Make the impulse stronger;

"Twill be strong enough one day ;—

Wait a little longer.

These verses appeared originally in the second number of the "Daily News," as one of the series entitled "Voices from the Crowd."

KING DEATH.

BARRY CORNWALL. From "English Songs," 1834. The music by Chevalier NEUKOMM,

KING DEATH was a rare old fellow,
He sat where no sun could shine,
And he lifted his hand so yellow,
And pour'd out his cold, black wine.
Hurrah! for the cold, black wine!

There came to him many a maiden
Whose eyes had forgot to shine,
And widows with grief o'erladen,
For a draught of his cold, black wine.
Hurrah! for the cold, black wine!

The scholar left all his learning,
The poet his fancied woes,

And the beauty her bloom returning,
Like life to the fading rose.

Hurrah! for the cold-black wine.

All came to the rare old fellow,

Who laugh'd till his eyes dropp'd brine,
And he gave them his hand so yellow,
And pledged them in Death's black wine.
Hurrah! for the cold, black wine.

LITTLE FOOLS AND GREAT ONES.

CHARLES MACKAY. From "Legends of the Isles, and other Poems," 1845. The music by HENRY RUSSELL.

WHEN at the social board you sit,
And pass around the wine,
Remember, though abuse is vile,
That use may be divine:

That heaven in kindness

gave the

grape

To cheer both great and small-
That little fools will drink too much,
But great ones not at all.

And when in youth's too fleeting hours
You roam the earth alone,

And have not sought some loving heart,
That you may make your own;
Remember woman's priceless worth,
And think, when pleasures pall
That little fools will love too much,
But great ones not at all.

And if a friend deceived you once,
Absolve poor human kind;
Nor rail against your fellow-men
With malice in your mind:
But in your daily intercourse,
Remember, lest you fall-
That little fools confide too much,
But great ones not at all.

In weal or woe, be truthful still,
And in the deepest care,
Be bold and resolute, and shun
The coward foe-Despair.

Let work and hope go hand in hand,
And know, whate'er befall-

That little fools will hope too much,

But great ones not at all.

In work or pleasure, love or drink,
Your rule be still the same-
Your work not toil, your pleasure pure,
Your love a steady flame;

Your drink not maddening, but to chcer:
So shall your bliss not pall-
For little fools enjoy too much,
But great ones not at all.