And Fortune's favoured care- Some brightly starred-some evil born,— Good, bad, indiff'rent-none may lack! Some laugh and sing, some mope and weep, Some tease the future tense, and plan A foolish wish! There's one at hoop; And one that curvets in and out, Yet he would gladly halt and drop To toil, to tug. O little fool! To wish to be a man! Perchance thou deem'st it were a thing And sleep on regal down! Alas thou know'st not kingly cares Far happier is thy head that wears And dost thou think that years acquir That manhood's mirth ?-Oh, go thy ways plays, And see how forced our fun! Thy taws are brave!-thy tops are rare! Our tops are spun with coils of care, Our dumps are no delight!— The Elgin marbles are but tame, Our hearts are dough, our heels are lead, Our topmost joys fall dull and dead Like balls with no rebound! And often with a faded eye We look behind, and send a sigh Then be contented. Thou hast got Thou'lt find thy Manhood all too fast- * This blank exists in the original. PLAYING AT SOLDIERS. "WHO'LL SERVE THE KING?" AN ILLUSTRATION. WHAT little urchin is there never What little urchin with a rag Hath never made a little flag, (Our plate will show the manner, Just like that ancient shape of mist, So used I, when I was a boy, And ape the soldier's life ;- With gun of tin and sword of lath, By sound of trump and rub-a-dubs— To 'siege the washhouse-charge the tubs— Or storm the garden gates. Ah me! my retrospective soul ! As over memory's muster-roll I cast my eyes anew, My former comrades all the while And form in dim review. Ay, there they stand, and dress in line, And limping Wood, and "Cockey Hawes," He had a real sword! Long Lawrence, Natty Smart, and Soame, Who said he had a gun at home, But that was all a brag; Ned Ryder, too, that used to sham A prancing horse, and big Sam Lamb Tom Anderson, and " Dunny White," For he was deaf and dumb; Jack Pike, Jem Crack, and Sandy Gray And Peter Holt, and Charley Jepp, Bob Harrington, and “Fighting Jim "— To let him tie his shoe. "Quarrelsome Scott," and Martin Dick, "Eyes right!" to "Squinting Matt." Dan Simpson, that, with Peter Dodd, Where are they now?-an open war Their fights all ended with the sham, Their soldiership in play. Brave Soame sends cheeses out in trucks, They tell me Cocky Hawes's sword And as for "Fighting Jim," Quarrelsome Scott is in the church, |