** Jar! jar! cries the man, why you joking are

sure,

"My name is not jar--there's a jar at the door; "But what do you want--why you're quite in a broil."

"An't please you, cries Patrick, I want some good oil,

"Oh, pray now make haste, or my Master will caper."

But what will you put it in ?"---" Why put it in paper."

"In paper! why man it's a liquid you see,

"And thus to be carried it never can be."

"Well then, crys O'Blunder, put it into my hat, "I will crush down the crown, what think you of that?

The Oilman the joke was unwilling to lose,

So to do as Pat bid him he did not refuse;

And pour'd in as much as the crown would contain,
And yet some small share of the oil did remain.
"Where is this to be put ?"--Pat a cavity found,
In the side of his hat, and soon turn'd it half round;
Then pour'd the rest in, and set off in great haste,
His hat under his arm, but made terrible waste;
For the oil ran all down him, even into his shoes,
Which did many passengers greatly amuse;
When he came to the door, at the window there
stood,

Sir James, who, through wrath, had a face red as blood:

"You rascal, says he, what a pickle you're in ; "Who the deuce has bedaub'd you, and where have you been?

"What's that in your hat ?"---" The oil, sir, Pat, cries,

"Why there's not a quart here," the master replies; "Oh, no, but you see, sir, I've more on this side." "I see none," the master directly replied;

" 'Tis here, sir," cries Pat, and to end the disaster, He spilt all the oil that was left on his master;

The ladies amus'd with this unlucky hit,
With laughing seem'd ready to fall in a fit;
Sir James was at first in a terrible passion,

For his cloaths look'd as if they had many a splash on;

He had call'd his new footman a great Irish Calf, But before it was long join'd the rest in the laugh; Poor Pat look'd quite sheepish, had nothing to say, For he fear'd that his master would turn him away; But in this was deceiv'd, for he lives with him still, But ne'er fetches him oil, so no more can he spill.

GLE E.

For Three Voices.

I'LL live no more single, but get me a wife,
For a change, says poor Dick, is the comfort of life;
A wife he then got, and no mortal could be,

A few weeks after marriage, more happy than he.

But when children and squalling began to increase,
And a loud scolding doxy molested his peace;
I wish in my heart I was quit of my wife,

For a change, says poor Dick, is the comfort of life.

THE FLOWER OF AFFECTION.

THE lilies were blowing,
While Edward, all glowing

With purest delight, to his Flora did say,
Tho' short-lived each flower

I plant round this bower,

Yet the rose of affection shall ne'er die away.

Then Flora soft sighing,

To Edward replying,

Tis honour alone keeps true love from decay;
For, Edward, believe me,

When e'er you deceive me,

The flower of affection will wither away.

THE SOLDIER WHO TO BATTLE GOES.

THE soldier who to battle goes,
And danger braves for duty,
Altho' he laughs at fear or foes,
Like others, sighs for beauty;

For Cupid's a Gen'ral whom all must obey,
As the bravest of mortals can prove;"
For no weapon, tho' keenest that art can display,
Can wound like the arrow of love.

The soldier from the field returns
To tell his martial story,
With joy his ardent bosom burns,
To gain the meed of glory;

But glory you'll find little more than a name,
And affection much sweeter will prove;

For tho' grateful the much envy'd laurel of Fame,
Much dearer's the myrtle of Love.

ANGELINA;

Or, The little Wandering Cripple.

'TIS for bread, 'tis for life, dearest lady, I sue;
I'm no wanton, believe me; tho' poor, I am true;
From day-break till dark all forsaken I roam;
For, alas! I've no friend, no parents, or home.
I'm a poor little wandering Cripple.

B 2

I would not solicit thine alms, or thine aid,
Were the powers but mine to toil for my bread;
But by Nature disabled, and hinder'd from gain,
There's no hope for the heart, nor no end to the pain,
Of the poor little wandering Cripple.

Thanks, thanks, gen'rous lady; my wants

are

supplied;
But for this I had sunk, but for this I had died,
Till the latest of life I'll remember thy care,
And the Being who hears will comply with the pray'r
Of the poor little wandering Cripple.

In the day when thy deeds shall be canvass'd above,
Thou wilt not repent this kind action of love;
For Mercy will tell of thy bounty to day,
And, pleading thy cause, thou wilt see in the way
The poor little wandering Cripple.

EDWARD AND CAROLINE.

WILT thou be mine, fair Caroline?
For thee I sigh and sorrow;

Young Edward sigh’'d, and kneeling, cried,
Wilt thou be mine to-morrow?

The smile divine, fair Caroline
From Venus seem'd to borrow;
I will be thine, blush'd Caroline,
I will be thine to-morrow!

The morn appears, their bosoms cheers---
Poor lovers! doom'd to sorrow---
His country's foes to fight he goes,
And leaves her on the morrow!

A fatal dart soon pearc'd his heart;
The news strikes her with sorrow;
I'll still be thine! cried Caroline,
And died upon the morrow.

COME MEASTER I BE'S GOING TO SING

COME Measter I be's going to sing,
At least be's going to try;

Some volk can chaunt like any thing,
And some like you and I.

Some sing to please your volk of taste,
And some to please themselves :
And so I sing the time to waste,
And on I digs and delves.

And so I sing, &c.

And some times as I works away,
Strange thoughts come cross my head,
As how most volk, as I may say,
For pastime dig---for bread.

The rake he nightly digs his grave;
Your over crafty elf

Digs deep, and most times just to have

A pit to catch himself,

The lawyer digs a cunning snare

To catch a client's fee,

Digs deep, &c.

And then by way of neighbour's fare,
The devil digs for he.

So, now I've spoke my meaning flat,
We're delvers great and small;

Some dig for this thing some for that,
But sexton digs for all.

**

Some digs, &c.

THE NEW DRUNKEN ORATION.

So here I am, here's I, as d--drunk as a prince, and as sober as a judge, (hiccups) I likes to keep it up..--Well I always loved queen Ann, because as how her name was Betty, (pulls out a paper) Let me see, how far it is from the first of May to