The sisters' sobs-the shout of brothers, 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, Till 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 |