And made a mighty long sea-voyage too,
And then came piping hot by steam to

you.

Besides, some circumstances have occurr'd, By which I'm somewhat-that is-rather queer'd,

My friends I need-a-tell you how-
The less that's said on that the better now-
My wife-you understand me friends-my
wife-

None but the kind and delicate
My feelings can appreciate,

Odd's boobs, this day's the happiest of my life!!

I've long wish'd for this visit; and you know I am an Irishman-quite Irish-though

My mother did'nt relish saying so.

I love my Irish subjects. Rank and station
Is nothing-no, not e'en a Coronation!
But oh to live in Irish hearts, d'y'see,

Is most exalted happiness to me.

Once more I thank you for your kindness

now,

And bid you all farewell-Good by !
Go do by me as I shall do by you-

A bumper of good whiskey drink to me,
And I'll drink one to you-ay, two or three,
E'en till the happy drop's—all in my eye!!!

ROYAL THREE-HANDED WHIST.

A FAMILY party sat down to gamble,

And three-handed whist was the game; The host he was one, and the guest was another,

The third was the fine fat dame.

And they play'd. and they play'd—but in ev'ry hand

The guest he was in the nick ;—

Now the dame manag'd so that 'twas honours divided

He manag'd to make the odd trick.

And he won, and he won-for the stupid old

host

Left thew hole of the thing to the dame ;Oh! never was seen such a gambling guest Such a comical Cunning-game !

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END OF A PACKET OF POEMS.

PEACE BE AROUND THEE.

Scotch Air.

PEACE be around thee; wherever thou rov'st May life be, for thee, one summer's day, And all that thou wishest, and all that thou lov'st,

Come smiling around thy sunny way!

If sorrow e'er this calm should break,
May e'en thy tears pass off so lightly.
Like spring showers, they'll only make
The smiles that follow shine more brightly. }

May Time, who sheds his blight o'er all,
And daily dooms some joy to death,
O'er thee let years so gently fall,

They shall not crush one flower beneath!

As half in shade, and half in sun,
This world along its path advances,
May that side the sun's upon,

Be all that e'er shall meet my glances.

A

COMMON SENSE AND GENIUS.

French Air.

WHILE I touch the string,
Wreath my brows with laurel,
For the tale i sing

Has, for once, a moral !

Common Sense one night,
Tho' not us'd to gambols,
Went out by moonlight

With Genius on his rambles.

While I touch the string,

Wreath my brows with laurel,
For the tale

sing

Has, for once, a moral!

How the wise one smil'd,
When safe o'er the torrent,
At that youth, so wild,
Dripping from the current.