When the laugh was done,
Peg, the pretty hussy,
Moved about the room
Wonderfully busy;

Now she looks to see

If the kettle keep hot; Now she rubs the spoons,

Now she cleans the teapot; Now she sets the cups

Trimly and secure: Now she scours a pot,

And so it was I drew her.

Thus it was I drew her
Scouring of a kettle,
(Faith! her blushing cheeks
Redden'd on the metal!)

Ah! but 't is in vain

That I try to sketch it; The pot perhaps is like,

But Peggy's face is wretched.

No! the best of lead

And of indian-rubber

Never could depict

That sweet kettle-scrubber!

See her as she moves

Scarce the ground she touches,

Airy as a fay,

Graceful as a duchess; Bare her rounded arm,

Bare her little leg is,

Vestris never show'd

Ankles like to Peggy's.

Braided is her hair,

Soft her look and modest, Slim her little waist Comfortably bodiced.

This I do declare,

Happy is the laddy Who the heart can share

Of Peg of Limavaddy. Married if she were

Blest would be the daddy

Of the children fair

Of Peg of Limavaddy.
Beauty is not rare

In the land of Paddy,
Fair beyond compare
Is Peg of Limavaddy.

Citizen or Squire,
Tory, Whig, or Radi-
cal would all desire

Peg of Limavaddy.

Had I Homer's fire,

Or that of Serjeant Taddy, Meetly I'd admire

Peg of Limavaddy.

And till I expire,

Or till I grow mad, I Will sing unto my lyre Peg of Limavaddy!

B

MAY-DAY ODE

UT yesterday a naked sod

The dandies sneered from Rotten Row,

And cantered o'er it to and fro:

And see 't is done!

As though 't were by a wizard's rod
A blazing arch of lucid glass
Leaps like a fountain from the grass
To meet the sun!

A quiet green but few days since,
With cattle browsing in the shade:
And here are lines of bright arcade
In order raised!

A palace as for fairy Prince,
A rare pavilion, such as man
Saw never since mankind began,

And built and glazed!

A peaceful place it was but now,
And lo! within its shining streets
A multitude of nations meets;

A countless throng

I see beneath the crystal bow,

And Gaul and German, Russ and Turk,

Each with his native handiwork

And busy tongue.

I felt a thrill of love and awe

To mark the different garb of each,

The changing tongue, the various speech
Together blent:

A thrill, methinks, like His who saw
"All people dwelling upon earth
Praising our God with solemn mirth
And one consent."

High Sovereign, in your Royal state,
Captains, and chiefs, and councillors,
Before the lofty palace doors

Are open set,

Hush! ere you pass the shining gate;
Hush! ere the heaving curtain draws,
And let the Royal pageant pause
A moment yet.

People and prince a silence keep!
Bow coronet and kingly crown,
Helmet and plume, bow lowly down,

The while the priest,

Before the splendid portal step,

(While still the wondrous banquet stays,) From Heaven supreme a blessing prays Upon the feast.

Then onwards let the triumph march;
Then let the loud artillery roll,

And trumpets ring, and joy-bells toll,

And pass the gate.

Pass underneath the shining arch,

'Neath which the leafy elms are green;

Ascend unto your throne, O Queen!

And take your state.

Behold her in her Royal place;
A gentle lady; and the hand
That sways the sceptre of this land,
How frail and weak!

Soft is the voice, and fair the face:

She breathes amen to prayer and hymn; No wonder that her eyes are dim,

And pale her cheek.

This moment round her empire's shores
The winds of Austral winter sweep,
And thousands lie in midnight sleep
At rest to-day.

Oh! awful is that crown of yours,
Queen of innumerable realms
Sitting beneath the budding elms
Of English May!

A wondrous sceptre 't is to bear:
Strange mystery of God which set
Upon her brow yon coronet, -

The foremost crown

Of all the world, on one so fair!

That chose her to it from her birth,
And bade the sons of all the earth

To her bow down.

The representatives of man

Here from the far Antipodes,
And from the subject Indian seas,

In Congress meet;

From Afric and from Hindustan,

From Western continent and isle,

The envoys of her empire pile

Gifts at her feet;