(For a Cavalier Tea-Party.)

Y, marry! With glee I abandon the

bottle;

But, mark me, not all your philo-

sophers, up

From quaint Master Mill to an-

tique Aristotle,

Shall make me turn tail on the

saucer and cup.

Drink, roysterers all; and, ifegs!

while I utter.

The praises of tea, let the burden resound.

Let those who prefer it have plain bread and butter;

For me, lads, I warrant the toast shall go round.

Chorus.—Let those. &c.

Dull knaves who delight in the worship of BACCHUS

May jeer at our joys in their pestilent way.

Pert fools that love Sherris perchance may attack us;

What boots it, my bully boys? Drink and be gay.

Adzooks, let the braggarts go sleep in the gutter;

Carouse ye, so long as Bohea can be found;

Let those who prefer it have plain bread and butter:

For me lads, I warrant the toast shall go t round.

Chorus.—Let those, &c.

Odsbodikins! Tea is the soul and the sinew

Of all the gay gallants that fight for the king;

Long, long on the throne may our monarch continue,

To laugh at the French and bid rebels go swing.

Drink, drink to our flag, boys; for ages shall flutter

In glory and honour that standard renown'd.

Let those who prefer it have plain bread and butter;

For me, lads, I warrant the toast shall go round.

Chorus.—Let those, &c.

THE sun drops down in the deep, deep west

As a ball sinks into a cup;

And the moon springs rapidly up from rest

As a Jack-in-the-box leaps up.

Now falls the shadow and comes the dark,

And the face of the world is hid;

Like the men and the beasts in a Noah's ark

When they slumber beneath its lid.

So softly—slowly—the silence creeps

Over earth and all earthly things,

That it leaves Mankind like a doll that sleeps

With nothing to touch the springs.