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Stars quite tir'd with pastimes Olympical,

Stars and Planets which beautifully shone, Could no longer endure that men only shall Swim in pleasure, and they but look on;

Round about horned

Lucina they swarmed,
And her informed how minded they were,

Each God and Goddess,

To take human bodies,
As Lords and Ladies, to follow the hare.
Chaste Diana applauded the motion,

While pale Proserpina sat in her place,
Fo light the welkin, and govern the ocean,
While she conducted her nephews in chace;

By her example,

Their father to trample, The earth old and ample, they soon leave the air;

Neptune the water,

And wine Liber Pater,
And Mars the slaughter, to follow the hare.
Light God Cupid was mounted on Pagasus,

Borrow'd of the Muses with kisses and pray’rs;
Strong Alcides, upon cloudy Caucasus,
Mounts a centaur, which proudly him bears ;

Postillion of the sky,

Light-heel'd Mercury
Made his courser fly, fleet as the air;

While tuneful Apollo

The kennel did follow,
And hoop and holoo, boys, after the hare.
Drown'd Narcissus from his netamorphosis,

Rou'd Echo, new manhcod did tale;
Snoring Somnus upstarted from Cimmeris,
Before for a thousand years he did not wake;

Thore vas club-foorcd

Mulciber boctee,
And Pan promoted on Corydon's mare;

Proud Pallas pouted,

Loud folus shontext,
And Momws flouted, yet followed the hare.

Hymen ustiers tlie Lady Astræa,

The jest took hold of Latona the cold; Ceres the brown, with bright Cytherea; Thetis the wanton, Bellona the bold;

Shame-fac'd Aurora,

With witty Pandora
And Maia with Flora did company bear;

But Juno was stated

Too high to be mated,
Although she hated not hunting the lare.
Three brown bowls to the Olympical rector,

The Troy-born boy presents on his knee;
Jove to Phæbus carouses in nectar,
And Phoebus to Hermes, and Hermes to me:

Wherewith infused,

I piped and mused,
In language unused, their sports to declare:

Till the house of Jove

Like the spheres did move:
Health to those who love hunting the hare.

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ADOWN, ADOWN, ADOWN in the VALLEY. DID you ne'er hcar a tale, how a youth in a Vale

Ask'd a Damsel to grant him a kiss ; How the silly maid reply'd, No! it must be deny’d,

But all the while wish'd to say yes. Yet when on her pillow, she sigh'd for the willow, Where Edward first saw pretty Sally; But rather in truth, she sigh'd for the youth

All adown, adown, adown in the Valley. Have you ne'er heard it said, when he ask'd hier

to wed, And told her true love prompted so, How the silly maid spoke, to be sure 'twas in joke, For she answer'd him "Shepherd no, no!

Yet when on her &c. F

But ah, now you shall find, low this maid chang'd

her mind Whep a twelvemonth had pass'd after this; For when he next press’d at the Church to be

bless'd, She answer'd him “Shepherd, yes, yes!" No more on her pillow, she sigh'd for the willow,

Where Edward first saw pretty Sally; But bless'd the fond day, they to Church flew away,

All adown, adown, adown in the Valley,

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THE EXILE OF ERIN. THERE came to the beach a poor Exile of Erin,

The dew on his robe it was heavy and chill, For his country he sigh’d, when at twilight repaire

ing, To wander alone by the wind-beaten hill; But the day-star attracted his eye's sad devotion, For it rose on his own native isle of the ocean, Where once in the flow of his youthful emotion,

He sung the bold anthem of Erin go Bragh! 60, sad is my fate," said the heart broken stran.

ger, “ The wild deer and wolf to a covert can flee, But I have no refuge from famine and danger;

A home and a country-remain not for me! Ah, never again in the green shady bowers, Where my forefathers liv'd shall I spend the sweet

hours, Or cover my harp with the wild-woven Aowers,

And strike the sweet numbers of Erin go Bragh. "Oh, Erin,, my country, tho' sad and forsaken,

In dreams I revisit thy sea-beaten shore; But, alas, in a far foreign land I awaken,

And sigh for the friends who can meet me ne And thou, cruel Fate, wilt thou never replace me In a mansion of peace, where no peril can chace

more.

me ? Ah! never again shall my brothers embrace me!

They died to defend me, or live to deplore. “Where now is my cabin-door, so fast by the wild

wood, Sisters and sire, did ye weep for its fall! Where is the mother that look'd on my childhood ?.

And where is my bosom friend, dearer than alle Ah! my sad soul, long abandon'd by pleasure, Why did it doat on a fast fading treasure? Tears, like the rain, may fall without measure,

But rapture and beauty they cannot recal. “ But yet all its fond recollections suppressing,

One dying wish my fond bosom shall draw, Erin, an Exile bequeaths thee his blessing,

Land of my forefathers-Erin go Bragh!
Bury'd and cold, when my heart stills its motion,
Green be thy fields, sweetest isle of the ocean,
And thy harp-striking 'bards sing aloud with devo.

tion,
*Erin má vourneen, sweet Erin go Bragh!""

ELLEN OF WINDERMERE.

IN Windermere Vale a Rose there once fiourish'a,

Remote from the world, its frowns and its wiles; By Nature's soft hand fair Ellen was nourish’d, And happy that Swain who was blest with her

smiles,
But oh! what a beauty! what did beauty avail,
To Ellen, sweet Ellen of Windermere Vale!
But oh! what did beauty or Virtue avail,
To Ellen, sweet Ellen of Windermere Vale!
To Ellen, sweet Ellen of Windermere Vale.

Sweet peace and contentment encircled this Maid,

Her passions were pure and her mind was at rest, By parents ador’d, and by swains homage paid, More than Ellen of Windermere sure none were

blest. But oh, what a beauty, &c. A villain at length, did poor Ellen assail,

He whisper'd soft tales in the ear of this maid, And she who once flourish'd in Windermeie vales By soul villany fell, asham'd and dismay’d.

Then why envy beauty! what can beauty avail!
That ruin'd poor Ellen of Windermere vale;
Then why envy beauty ! &c.

SANDY AND JENNY.
Come, come, bónny lassie,' crie'd Sandy "awa,
While mither's a spinning, and father's afar,
The folks are at work, and the bairns are at play,
And we will be married, dear Jenny to-day.'
"Stay, stay, bonny laddie,' answered with speed,
'I winna, I munna go with you, indeed,
Besides, should I do so, what would the folks sayi
O. we canna marry, dear Sandy, to-day:'
List, list,' cried he, 'lassie, and mind what you

do,
Both Peggy and Patty I give up for you ;
Besides, a full twelvemonth we've trif'd away,
And one or the other I'll marry to-day.'
Fie, fie, bonny laddie,' reply'd I again,

When Peggy you kiss'd t'other day on the plain:
Besides, a new ribbon does Patty display;
So we canna marry, dear Sandy, today?
Then, then, a good bye, bonny lassie,' says he,
For Peggy and Patty are waiting for me.

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