THE LISBON PACKET. Huzza! Hodgson, we are going, Our embargo's off at last; Favorable breezes blowing Bend the canvas o'er the mast. From aloft the signal's streaming, Hark! the farewell gun is fired; Women screeching, tars blaspheming, Tell us that our time's expired. Here's a rascal Come to task all, Prying from the custom-house; Cases cracking, Not a corner for a mouse 'Scapes unsearched amid the racket, Ere we sail on board the Packet. Now our boatmen quit their mooring, Men and women, Gemmen, ladies, servants, Jacks; All are wrangling, Stuck together close as wax.Such the general noise and racket, Ere we reach the Lisbon Packet. Now we've reached her, lo! the captain, BYRON "Hey day! call you that a cabin? Did at once my vessel fill.”— How you squeeze us! Would to God they did so still: Then I'd 'scape the heat and racket Of the good ship Lisbon Packet." Fletcher! Murray! Bob! where are you? Here's a rope's end for the dogs. On Braganza Help!"-"A couplet ?"-" No, a cup "What's the matter?" "Zounds! my liver's coming up; I shall not survive the racket Of this brutal Lisbon Packet." Now at length we 're off for Turkey, Lord knows when we shall come back! Breezes foul and tempests murky May unship us in a crack. But, since life at most a jest is, As philosophers allow, Still to laugh by far the best is, Then laugh on-as I do now. Laugh at all things, Sick or well, at sea or shore; Let's have laughing— Who the devil cares for more? Some good wine! and who would lack it, TO FANNY. THOMAS MOORE. NEVER mind how the pedagogue proses, Old Chloe, whose withering kisses Young Sappho, for want of employments, But for you to be buried in books- Read more than in millions of pages! Astronomy finds in your eye Better light than she studies above, In Ethics 'tis you that can check, In a minute, their doubts and their quarrels, Oh! show but that mole on your neck, And 'twill soon put an end to their morals. Your Arithmetic only can trip When to kiss and to count you endeavor; But eloquence glows on your lip When you swear that you'll love me forever. Thus you see what a brilliant alliance And, oh!-if a fellow like me May confer a diploma of hearts, With my lip thus I seal your degree, My divine little Mistress of Arts! YOUNG JESSICA. YOUNG JESSICA sat all the day, THOMAS MOORE In love-dreams languishingly pining, Her needle bright neglected lay, Like truant genius idly shining. Jessy, 'tis in idle hearts That love and mischief are most nimble; A child who with a magnet play'd, The magnet near the needle laid, And laughing, said, "We'll steal it slily." The needle, having naught to do, Was pleased to let the magnet wheedle, Till closer still the tempter drew, And off, at length, eloped the needle. Now, had this needle turn'd its eye To some gay reticule's construction, RINGS AND SEALS. THOMAS MOORE. "Go!" said the angry weeping maid, I took the ring-the seal I took, "And then the ring-my love! recall His arms around that neck hath twisted, While thus I murmur'd, trembling too |