Many, I see, have riches plenty-
Fine coaches, livery, servants twenty ;—
Yet envy never pains me ;
My appetite's as good as theirs,

I sleep as sound, as free from fears;
I've only what maintains me !

And while the precious joys I prove
Of Tom's true friendship-and the love
Of bonny black-eyed Jenny,-
Ye gods! my wishes are confined
To-health of body, peace of mind,
Clean linen, and a guinea!

S

SWEET CHLOE

WEET Chloe advised me, in accents divine,
The joys of the bowl to surrender;

Nor lose, in the turbid excesses of wine,
Delights more ecstatic and tender;

She bade me no longer in vineyards to bask,
Or stagger, at orgies, the dupe of a flask,
For the sigh of a sot's but the scent of the cask,
And a bubble the bliss of the bottle.

To a soul that's exhausted, or sterile, or dry,
The juice of the grape may be wanted;
But mine is revived by a love-beaming eye,
And with fancy's gay flow'rets enchanted.
Oh! who but an owl would a garland entwine
Of Bacchus's ivy-and myrtle resign?
Yield the odors of love, for the vapors of wine,
And Chloe's kind kiss for a bottle!

A

DOWN the leafy lane we two,

One brown October eve, together sped; The clustered nuts were hanging overhead, And ever and anon, the deep woods through, The gray owl piped his weird "Tu whut! tu whoo!"

Adown the leafy lane we two

Strolled on and on, till sank the setting sun

In sapphire beauty round Tyleden dun,

And shadows long and longer round us grew;
Had earth a pair so happy as we two?

Adown the leafy lane we two

Loitered and laughed, and laughed and loitered more, And talked of "gentle folk" and fairy lore. Till, one by one, from out the vaulted blue,

• The diamond stars came softly forth to view.

Adown, the leafy lane we two

Saw figures flitting 'mong the quicken trees,
Tall Finian forms, holding high revelries,

And dogs, like Bran in sinew and in thew,

Chased shadowy deer the vista'd woodlands through.

Adown the leafy lane we two

Heard fairy pipes play fairy music sweet, And now and then the tramp of fairy feet, And screams of laughter 'mong the fairy crew The elves and fays that haunt old Corradhu.

Adown the leafy lane no more

We two go loitering in the Autumn eves, When merry reapers tie the golden sheaves, And kine come lowing to the cottage door, Where ready pails await the milky store.

Astoireen, no, far, far away,

Secluded lies that golden-memoried lane,

Where ceaseless flows the bright and sparkling Main
Through scenes of beauty to the storied Neagh -
Here by the Hudson's banks we two grow gray.

A

DOWN the leafy lane we two,

One brown October eve, together sped; The clustered nuts were hanging overhead, And ever and anon, the deep woods through, The gray owl piped his weird "Tu whut! tu whoo!"

Adown the leafy lane we two

Strolled on and on, till sank the setting sun

In sapphire beauty round Tyleden dun,

And shadows long and longer round us grew;
Had earth a pair so happy as we two?

Adown the leafy lane we two

Loitered and laughed, and laughed and loitered more, And talked of "gentle folk" and fairy lore. Till, one by one, from out the vaulted blue, • The diamond stars came softly forth to view.

Adown the leafy lane we two

Saw figures flitting 'mong the quicken trees, Tall Finian forms, holding high revelries, And dogs, like Bran in sinew and in thew, Chased shadowy deer the vista'd woodlands through.

Adown the leafy lane we two

Heard fairy pipes play fairy music sweet, And now and then the tramp of fairy feet, And screams of laughter 'mong the fairy crew The elves and fays that haunt old Corradhu.

Adown the leafy lane no more

We two go loitering in the Autumn eves, When merry reapers tie the golden sheaves, And kine come lowing to the cottage door, Where ready pails await the milky store.

Astoireen, no, far, far away,

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Secluded lies that golden-memoried lane,
Where ceaseless flows the bright and sparkling Main
Through scenes of beauty to the storied Neagh -
Here by the Hudson's banks we two grow gray.