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The time for honest folks to be abed
Is in the morning, if I reason right;
And he who cannot keep his precious head
Upon his pillow till it's fairly light,
And so enjoy his forty morning winks,
Is up to knavery; or else—he drinks!

Thomson, who sung about the "Seasons," said
It was a glorious thing to rise in season;
But then he said it-lying-in his bed,

At ten o'clock A. M.-the very reason
He wrote so charmingly. The simple fact is
His preaching wasn't sanctioned by his practice.

'Tis, doubtless, well to be sometimes awake-
Awake to duty, and awake to truth-

But when, alas! a nice review we take

Of our best deeds and days, we find, in sooth, The hours that leave the slightest cause to weep Are those we passed in childhood or asleep!

'Tis beautiful to leave the world awhile
For the soft visions of the gentle night;
And free, at last, from mortal care or guile,
To live as only in the angels' sight,
In sleep's sweet realm so cozily shut in,
Where, at the worst, we only dream of sin!

So let us sleep, and give the Maker praise.
I like the lad who, when his father thought
To clip his morning nap by hackneyed phrase

Of vagrant worm by early songster caught, Cried, "Served him right!-it's not at all surprising; The worm was punished, sir, for early rising!"

Ego et Echo

A Fantasy

I

I ASKED of Echo, t'other day

(Whose words are few and often funny), What to a novice she could say

Of courtship, love, and matrimony? Quoth Echo, plainly: "Matter-o'-money!"

II

Whom should I marry? should it be

A dashing damsel, gay and pert,

A pattern of inconsistency;

Or selfish, mercenary flirt?

Quoth Echo, sharply: "Nary flirt!"

III

What if, a-weary of the strife

That long has lured the dear deceiver,

She promised to amend her life,

And sin no more, can I believe her?

Quoth Echo, very promptly: "Leave her!"

IV

But if some maiden with a heart,

On me should venture to bestow it:

Pray, should I act the wiser part

To take the treasure, or forego it?
Quoth Echo, with decision: "Go it!"

V

Suppose a billet-doux (in rhyme),
As warm as if Catullus penned it,
Declare her beauty so sublime

That Cytherea's can't transcend it-
Quoth Echo, very clearly: "Send it!"

VI

But what if, seemingly afraid

To bind her fate in Hymen's fetter,
She vow she means to die a maid-
In answer to my loving letter?
Quoth Echo, rather coolly: "Let her!"

VII

What if, in spite of her disdain,

I find my heart entwined about
With Cupid's dear delicious chain,
So closely that I can't get out?
Quoth Echo, laughingly: "Get out!"

VIII

But if some maid with beauty blest,

As pure and fair as Heaven can make her,

Will share my labor and my rest,

Till envious Death shall overtake her?
Quoth Echo (sotto voce): "Take her!"

"Poetical Works."

The Little Maid ana the Lawyer

A Song

I

THEY say, little maid, quoth Lawyer Brown, I'm the cleverest man in all the town.

Heigh-ho! says she,

What's that to me?

But they say, little maid, quoth Lawyer Brown, You're the prettiest girl in all the town.

Says she, If they do,

What's that to you?

II

They say, little maid, quoth Lawyer Brown,
I'm the richest man in all the town.

Heigh-ho! says she,

What's that to me?

But they say, little maid, quoth Lawyer Brown, You ought to be dressed in a finer gown.

Says she, If they do,

What's that to you?

III

They say, little maid, quoth Lawyer Brown,
That Johnny Hodge is an awkward clown.

Heigh-ho! says she,

What's that to me?

But they say, little maid, the lawyer said,
That you and Johnny are going to wed.

Says she, If we do,

What's that to you?

-"Poetical Works."

The Briefless Barrister

A Ballad

AN Attorney was taking a turn,
In shabby habiliments drest;
His coat it was shockingly worn,
And the rust had invested his vest.

His breeches had suffered a breach,
His linen and worsted were worse;
He had scarce a whole crown in his hat,
And not half a crown in his purse.

And thus as he wandered along,
A cheerless and comfortless elf,
He sought for relief in a song,
Or complainingly talked to himself:

"Unfortunate man that I am!

I've never a client but grief:

The case is, I've no case at all,

And in brief, I've ne'er had a brief!

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