Bring the flask, the music bring,
Joy will quickly find us;

Drink, and laugh, and dance, and sing,
And cast our cares behind us.

Diana. How shall I escape- —so naught,
On filial laws to trample;
I'll e'en court'sy, own my fault,
And plead papa's example.
Parents, 'tis a hint to you,
Children oft are shameless;
Oft transgress-the thing's too true-
But are you always blameless?

Col. O. One word more before we go;
Girls and boys have patience;
You to friends must something owe,
As well as to relations.

These kind gentlemen address —
What, tho' we forgive them,
Still they must be lost, unless
You lend a hand to save them.

THE END.