How well has Burns rehearsed your praise, Among your cloud-crown'd mountains!

In never-dying tuneful lays,

Pure as your native fountains!

Then fill the sparkling goblet high,
And let no discord stain it;

Let joy illume each manly eye,

While to the dregs we drain it!

To Burns! to Burns! the king of song! Whose lyre shall charm all ages, Mirth, wisdom, love, and satire strong Adorn his deathless pages.

I KNEW BY THE SMOKE.

Parody.

Air-"The Woodpecker.

I KNEW by the smoke that so gracefully curled From the mouth of the soup-pot, some hotchpotch was near;

And I said, if there's peas to be found in this

world,

A man with a ladle might hope for them here. The cook had gone out and I heard not a sound

The cook had gone out and I heard not a sound

The cook had gone out and I heard not a sound

So I took all the peas and I left all the bree.

As I finished the job, on the stair was a foot,

And I crept 'hind the door to conceal my despair;

Then I slipt out as soft as a note from a flute, And the soup only told that some thief had been there.

So that day neither peas, no nor peace, could be found

So that day neither peas, no nor peace, could be found

So that day neither peas, no nor peace, could be found

And the family at last had to take to the bree.

I'VE DREAMT THAT THOU ART FADING.

I've dreamt that thou art fading;
If thou 'rt fading love, for me-

O resume thy early beauty,

For I am not false to thee!

The feelings that pervade thee,

May have touch'd this heart as sore; Yet thy charms have ever bade me To behold thee and adore!

I've moved among the many,

Who were beautiful and gay, And since last mine eyes beheld thee, I have wander'd far away! Yet among each joyous circle, O my heart return'd to theeAll was cheerless, all was sunless, For thou wert not there with me!

Then smile upon me, fair one!
For I live for thee alone!
In this world there is no other
I would fondly call my own!
I've dreamt that thou art fading:
If thou 'rt fading, love, for me-
O resume thy early beauty,
For I am not false to thee!

WHAT ARE HOPES AND FEARS?

WHAT are hopes and fears?
Fiends and angels mixing!
One dispelling tears-

Tother quite perplexing.
Diamonds bright in gloom-
Sun and winter weather-
Life within a tomb,

Are hopes and fears together!
What are hopes? &c.

When we have a hope,
That meteor-like before us
Runs, and when we stop

Seems securely for us,
Then comes grizzly fear,
With its looks of sorrow;
Drops on hope a tear,

And dims it ere the morrow!
What are hopes ? &c.