By clean conveyance disappear,

And now two bloody swords are there.
A purse she to a thief exposed,
At once his ready fingers closed:
He opes his fist, the treasure's fled:
He sees a halter in its stead.

She bids ambition hold a wand;
He grasps a hatchet in his hand.
A box of charity she shows:
Blow here; and a churchwarden blows.
'Tis vanished with conveyance neat,

And on the table smokes a treat.

She shakes the dice, the board she knocks,

And from her pockets fills her box.

A counter in a miser's hand
Grew twenty guineas at command.
She bids his heir the sum retain,
And 'tis a counter now again.

A guinea with her touch you see
Take ev'ry shape but Charity;
And not one thing you saw, or drew,
But changed from what was first in view.
The Juggler now, in grief of heart,
With this submission owned her art.
Can I such matchless sleight withstand?
How practice hath improved your hand!
But now and then I cheat the throng;
You every day, and all day long.

SWEET WILLIAM'S FAREWELL TO BLACK-EYED SUSAN

A

A BALLAD

LL in the Downs the fleet was moored,

The streamers waving in the wind,
When black-eyed Susan came aboard:

Oh, where shall I my true love find!
Tell me, ye jovial sailors, tell me true,
If my sweet William sails among the crew.

William, who high upon the yard

Rocked with the billow to and fro,

Soon as her well-known voice he heard,

He sighed and cast his eyes below;

The cord slides swiftly through his glowing hands, And quick as lightning on the deck he stands.

So the sweet lark, high poised in air,

Shuts close his pinions to his breast

(If, chance, his mate's shrill call he hear),
And drops at once into her nest.

The noblest captain in the British fleet
Might envy William's lip those kisses sweet.

O Susan, Susan, lovely dear,

My vows shall ever true remain;

Let me kiss off that falling tear;

We only part to meet again.

Change, as ye list, ye winds; my heart shall be The faithful compass that still points to thee.

Believe not what the landmen say,

Who tempt with doubts thy constant mind: They'll tell thee, sailors when away

In every port a mistress find.

Yes, yes, believe them when they tell thee so,
For thou art present wheresoe'er I go.

If to far India's coast we sail,

Thy eyes are seen in diamonds bright;
Thy breath is Afric's spicy gale,

Thy skin is ivory so white.

Thus every beauteous object that I view,
Wakes in my soul some charm of lovely Sue.

Though battle call me from thy arms,

Let not my pretty Susan mourn;

Though cannons roar, yet safe from harms,
William shall to his dear return.

Love turns aside the balls that round me fly,
Lest precious tears should drop from Susan's eye.

The boatswain gave the dreadful word;

The sails their swelling bosom spread;

No longer must she stay aboard:

They kissed, she sighed, he hung his head: Her lessening boat unwilling rows to land: Adieu! she cries; and waved her lily hand.

FROM WHAT D'YE CALL IT??

A BALLAD

WAS when the seas were roaring

'TWAS

With hollow blasts of wind,

A damsel lay deploring,

All on a rock reclined.

Wide o'er the foaming billows

She cast a wistful look;

Her head was crowned with willows,
That tremble o'er the brook.

"Twelve months are gone and over,
And nine long tedious days;
Why didst thou, venturous lover,
Why didst thou trust the seas?
Cease, cease, thou cruel ocean,
And let my lover rest:
Ah! what's thy troubled motion
To that within my breast?

"The merchant robbed of pleasure
Sees tempests in despair;

But what's the loss of treasure,

To losing of my dear?

Should you some coast be laid on,

Where gold and diamonds grow,

You'll find a richer maiden,

But none that loves you so.

"How can they say that nature
Has nothing made in vain;
Why then, beneath the water,
Should hideous rocks remain ?

No eyes the rocks discover

That lurk beneath the deep, To wreck the wandering lover, And leave the maid to weep."

All melancholy lying,

Thus wailed she for her dear!
Repaid each blast with sighing,

Each billow with a tear.
When o'er the white wave stooping,

His floating corpse she spied,—

Then, like a lily drooping,

She bowed her head and died.

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