DERMOT O'DOWD. HEN Dermot O'Dowd coorted | Says Dermot, "Your eyes are as bright as the Molly M'Can, They were sweet as the honey and soft as the down; But when they were wed they began to find out That Dermot could storm and that Molly could frown; They would neither give in -so the neighbors gave out; morn, But your brow is as black as a big thunder-cloud; If your lip is a rose, sure your tongue is a thorn That sticks in the heart of poor Dermot O'Dowd." Says Molly, "You once said my voice was a thrush. But now it's a rusty ould hinge with a creak." Both were hot till a coldness came over Says Dermot, "You called me a duck when the two, And Molly would flusther, and Dermot would blusther, I coorted, But now I'm a goose every day in the week. Stamp holes in the flure and cry out, But all husbands are geese, though our pride I'm sleepless and speechless; no word can Ould Adam himself was the first o' the flock, Faix, you're ready enough still to fly The locks once comely in a virgin's sight And my lips like the rose-now no longer And Time's strong pressure to subdue the I rode or walked as I was wont before, But said, "The view is poor: we need not climb." At a friend's mansion I began to dread And must have all things in my order placed; My morning walks I now could bear to lose, And blessed the shower that gave me not to choose. In fact, I felt a languor stealing on; The active arm, the agile hand, were gone; prose. My books were changed: I now preferred the truth To the light reading of unsettled youth; GEORGE CRABBE. THE GREAT MAN'S BOARD. FROM THE LATIN OF DECIMUS JUNIUS JUVENALES (JUVENAL). THE FIFTH SATIRE. F, hardened by affronts and, And say, "Sup with me," thou hast thy desire: still the same, Lost to all sense of honor Thus blest, must Trebius to his levees run and of shame, Thou yet canst love to haunt the great man's board And think no supper good but with a lord, If and suffer more dressed To show his zeal and to prevent the rest; Than lewd Sarmentus or Thy solemn oath ought to be set aside; broken meat, wine Drunk for your patron's pleasure and his jest. And, with a mat and crutch and tied-up And battle with a troop of servants wage. Such bold Helvidius drank and Thrasea | The grim attendance he assighs t' affright Rather than wait; rogues who would scare crowned With garlands when the flowing bowl went round On Brutus' birthday; and to raise delight, To please at once the taste and charm the sight, He in bright amber drinks, or brighter gold, And cups with shining beryls set doth hold. Thou art not suffered or to touch or taste; And if thou dar'st, a guard on thee is placed To watch the gems. This may perhaps surprise, by night If met among the tombs, the ghastly slaves A boy of such a price as had undone If thou or any of thy tribe want wine, Look back and give thy Ganymedes the sign: The lovely boy, and bought at such a rate, But, sir, you'll pardon they are stones of Is much too handsome and too proud to price, For Virro does, as many do of late, Gems from his fingers to his cups translate wait On the despised and poor. Will he descend To give a glass to a declining friend? Which the bold youth to Dido's love pre- No; his good mien, his youth and blooming ferred Wore on the scabbard of his shining sword. Thou mayst at distance gaze and sigh in vain; face, Tempt him to think that with a better grace Himself might sit and thou supply his place. A cracked black pot's reserved for thee to Behold, there yet remains, which must be drain. borne, |