GRAND CHORUS:
Huzza! huzza! for HARRY BROUGH-
AM! Law Professor at the U-
niversity we've Got in town—
niversity we've Got in town.
DOMESTIC POEMS. THOMAS HOOD. I.
GOOD-NIGHT.
The sun was slumbering in the west, my daily labors past;
On Anna's soft and gentle breast my head reclined at last;
The darkness closed around, so dear to fond congenial souls,
And thus she murmured in my ear, "My love, we're out of coals.
"That Mister Bond has called again, insisting on his rent;
And all the Todds are coming up to see us, out of Kent;
I quite forgot to tell you John has had a tipsy fall;—
I'm sure there's something going on with that vile Mary Hall!
"Miss Bell has bought the sweetest milk, and I have bought the rest—
Of course, if we go out of town, Southend will be the best.
I really think the Jones's house would be the thing for us;
I think I told you Mrs. Pope had parted with her NUS—
"Cook, by the way, came up to-day, to bid me suit myself—
And, what'd ye think? the rats have gnawed the victuals on the shelf.
And, Lord! there's such a letter come, inviting you to fight!
Of course you, don't intend to go—God bless you, dear, goodnight!"