SPIRIT OF THE PUBLIC JOURNALS.
BACCHANALIAN SONG.
(From the "Noctes" of Blackwood.)
NORTH.—The air, you know, is my own, James. I shall sing it to-night to some beautiful words by my friend Robert Folkestone Williams, written, he tells me, expressly for the Noctes.
Oh! fill the wine-cup high,
The sparkling liquor pour;
For we will care and grief defy,
They ne'er shall plague us more.
And ere the snowy foam