. Christmas cheer [electronic resource]: in three courses, more than ordinary ones, and where every guest will get his dessert, and a taste of those choice spirits, "that cheer but not inebriate," . 114 A BOWL OF The newspaper boys they peep in, And laugh and insult me with glee; To them it is verv good fun— Their jesting is shocking to me. Lyceum ! what pleasures untold licsidc in thy laugh-luving crowd ;But 1 may grow owlish and old. Lie to witness a play I in sound of the drop-raising hell, Not once, as a beadle, I \e heard ;Never sighed at a tragedy swell, Nor laughed w
. Christmas cheer [electronic resource]: in three courses, more than ordinary ones, and where every guest will get his dessert, and a taste of those choice spirits, "that cheer but not inebriate," . 114 A BOWL OF The newspaper boys they peep in, And laugh and insult me with glee; To them it is verv good fun— Their jesting is shocking to me. Lyceum ! what pleasures untold licsidc in thy laugh-luving crowd ;But 1 may grow owlish and old. Lie to witness a play I in sound of the drop-raising hell, Not once, as a beadle, I \e heard ;Never sighed at a tragedy swell, Nor laughed when a burlesque appeard. Shareholders, who vc made me your sport, Convey to this dreary arcadeA drop of that something called short, Or with me t is all up, I m my friends would but now and then send A small drop of comfort to me,I might know that I yet have a friend, Though a friend I am never to see. [ 115 ] THE RAILWAY OF LIFE. Life s a railway !—on its lino Many people come and , like first-class trains, are fast, Others most immensely slow. Stations form the lapse of years—Changing prospects and condition ; And the grave s a terminus,With a stoker for A BOWL OF rUNCH. t Di ] THE FIENDS OF FIRE. A LAY OF TIIK LOCOMOTIVES. Heap the furnace higher still; Fling afar each glowing flake ;Hurry <m for good or ill, Make the engine strain and the red liars lambently Hoars the fierce and darting fire,Like some maddened heast of prey Chafing in its fetterd ! ho!On we go!And wildly about the embers throw ! What care we if heedless sparks On the farmers harvest light ?What care we for blazing barns, G learning wildly through the night ?Cattle scamper—poultry cackle— All the farm-yard wakes to life ;Hedges blaze—plantations crackle— We alone have caused the ! ho!On we go!And wildly about the embers throw ! [ 117 ]L E N 0 R A, A BALLAD, NEWLY TRANSLATED FROM THE GERMAN OF BURGER. [There have been so many excellent
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