'The sisters' sobs-the shout of brothers, I have not power to tell. The working man, with shoulders broad, The thousand crowns; a pleasant load, And Nassau's Duke the favourite took Into his deer-park's centre, To share a field with other pets Where deer-slayer cannot enter. There, whilst thou cropp'st thy flowery food, Each hand shall pat thee kind; And man shall never spill thy blood— THE JILTED NYMPH. A SONG, TO THE SCOTCH TUNE OF "WOO'D AND MARRIED AND A'." I'm jilted, forsaken, outwitted; Yet think not I'll whimper or brawl The lass is alone to be pitied Who ne'er has been courted at all: Never by great or small, Woo'd or jilted at all; Oh, how unhappy's the lass Who has never been courted at all! My brother call'd out the dear faithless, In fits I was ready to fall, L'ill I found a policeman who, scatheless, Swore them both to the peace at Guildhall; Seized them, seconds and all— Pistols, powder and ball; I wish'd him to die my devoted, But not in a duel to sprawl. What though at my heart he has tilted, What though I have met with a fall? Better be courted and jilted, Than never be courted at all. Woo'd and jilted and all, But lately I've met with a suitor, What greater bliss can befall? And you all shall partake of my bridal cake, When I'm woo'd and married, and all. ON GETTING HOME THE PORTRAIT OF A FEMALE CHILD. SIX YEARS OLD. PAINTED BY EUGENIO LATILLA. TYPE of the Cherubim above, Come, live with me, and be my love! THE PORTRAIT OF A FEMALE CHILD. Thou hast not, to adorn thee, girl, My arch and playful little creature, He marshals minds to Beauty's feast— Who proves, by heavenly forms on earth, The only things that could be given Back, and alive-unchanged-to Heaven. 363 |