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Ah no! the mighty names are heard no more: Pride's thought sublime, and Beauty's kindling
bloom, Serve but to sport one flying moment o'er, And swell with pompous verse th' escutcheon'd
For me-may Passion ne'er my soul invade,
Oh guard me safe from Joy's enticing share! With each extreme that Pleasure tries to hide, The poison'd breath of slow-consuming Care, The noise of Folly, and the dreams of Pride.
But oft, when midnight's sadly solemn knell
* See Shakespeare's Tempest.
Thus, when the transient dream of life is filed, May some sad friend recall the former years; Then, stretch'd in silence o'er my dusty bed, Pour the warm gush of sympathetic tears!
THRALE AND THE DRAYMAN.
BY PETER PINDAR...
“ CONSCIENCE has nought to say to Trade," Says SLANDER-happy to degrade.
I'll prove it otherwise, by good old THRALE, Great in the annals of good Beer; An ocean too, the Brewer's sphere,
Himself the master-the important whale. .
I own that consciences are ninnies ;
Indeed, so 'witching are their splendid faces !
For these are not without their winning graces,
Now for my tale.- The Drayman Mat,
And view the sea of boiling, foaming wort; When lo! (a very serious matter) His star—of most malignant nature- (for't;
Sous'd him plump in; who did not thank him
For loud the Drayman roar'd, and vainly toild;
Lord! what was done? Attend you'll hear:
The Brewer scorn'd to give it a bad name :
When, strange to tell, it won immortal'fame.
A.customer, callid Peter Por,
Was to be favour'd with this christian beer, Proceeds to Turale's--proclaims its praise : “ Ne’er drank such beer in my born days!
" A glorious,glorious brew! liked ev'ry where
“ So pleas'd were folks—Sir,hundreds I can name; “ So let me always have the very same.' 6. Your name is up, Sir; you may lie abed. “ You've hit the nail at last upon the head.”
“ Well,MasterPor,"quoth MisterTHRALE,
What could be fairer? Yet, God wot,
“ As near it as you can !" cried Por
“ Put in the same materials, and 'twill do." " Damme,” quoth THRALE, enragd, “ dost
" think " I'll make my conscience always wink, • 6 And boil a Dryman ev'ry time I brow ?"