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Lack we motives to laugh? Are not all things, any thing, every thing, to be laughed «t? And it nothing were to be Been, felt, heard, or understood, we would langh at it

Merry Beggan.

Theae's nothing here on earth deserves

Half of the thought we waste about it,
And thinking but destroys the nerves,

When we could do so well without it:
If folks would let the world go round,

And pay their tithes, and eat their dinners,
Such doleful looks would not be found,

To frighten us poor laughing sinners:
Never sigh when you can sing,
But laugh, like me, at every thing!

One plagues himself about the sun,

And puzzles on, through every weather,
What time he'll rise,—how long he'll run,—

And when he'll leave us altogether:
Now matters it a pebble-stone,

Whether he shines at six or seven?
If they don't leave the sun alone,

At last they'll plague him out of heaven!
Never sigh when you can sing,
But laugh, like me, at every thing!

Another spins from out his brains

Fine cobwebs, to amuse his neighbours,
And gets, for all his toils and pains,

Reviewed and laughed at for his labours:
Fame is hi* star! and fame is sweet;

And praise is pleasanter than honey,—
/write at just so much a sheet,

And Messrs Longman pay the money!
Never sigh when you can sing,
But laugh, like me, at every thing t

My brother gave his heart away To Mercandotti, when he met her,
She married Mr Ball one day— He's gone to Sweden to forget her!I had a charmer too—and sighed, And raved all day and night about her;She caught a cold, poor thing! and 'lied,

And I—am just as fat without her!Never sigh when you can sing,
But laugh, like me, at every thing!


For tears are vastly pretty things,

But make one very thin and taper; And sighs are music's sweetest strings,

But sound most beautiful—on paper! "Thought " is the Sage's brightest star,

Her gems alone are worth his finding;
But as I'm not particular,

Please God, I'll keep on " never-minding."
Never sigh when you can sing,
But laugh, like me, at every thing!

Oh! In this troubled world of ours,

A laughter mine's a glorious treasure; And separating thorns from flowers,

Is half a pain and half a pleasure: And why be grave instead of gay?

Why feel a-thirst while folks are quaffing ?—
Oh! trust me, whatsoe'er they say,

There's nothing half so good as laughing!
Never sigh when you can sing,
But laugh, like me, at every thing!

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Oh no—it never crossed my heart

To think of thee with love,
For we are severed far apart

As earth and arch above;
And though in many a midnight dream
Ye've prompted fancy's brightest theme,
I never thought that thou couldst be
More than that midnight dream to me.

A something bright and beautiful

Which I must teach me to forget,
Ere I can turn to meet the dull

Realities that linger yet
A something girt with summer flowers,
And laughing eyes and sunny hours;
While I—too well I know, will be
Not even a midnight dream to thee.



Oxia route from Dresden toLeipsic, October, I8I3, was remarkable only for those scenes of riot which had previously degraded our forced marches, and which seemed to acquire a more hardened character the nearer we approached the Saxon capital. But, licensed as the soldiery were, I must still lay to the account of the thousands of self-elected commissaries, who encumbered our armies, and whose sole trade was rapine, many of the excesses for which the troops were alone held guilty. In the system indeed, more than in the agents, was to be sought the root of all those evils which have so long tarnished the records of our arms, and, by the brutalizing of our soldiery, thrown a stain upon the national character itself. Our bread and forage waggons, instead of being supplied through the lawful channels, were meant only to receive the stores which were to be plundered from the houses, barns, and cellars, on our march; and, amidst the train of enormities consequent upon such a method of supplying our wants, the heart of many an honest Frenchman has been made to bleed at scenes in which necessity has forced him to participate. On the night of the 6th we entered Leipsic, leaving Saxony itself, from Lusatia to the Elbe, but a miserable waste, to calculate from the consequences of our advance.

On the 8th, the 7th corps under Regnier arrived, and were speedily followed by those of Bertrand and Marmont, to which that ot Augereau soon joined itself. That some decisive event was at hand was felt generally throughout the army, strengthened as well by appearances as by the usual policy of the Emperor to select the anniversary of some former victory for his further struggles for glory. The 14th of October brought Ulm, Jena, and Auerstadt to mind, with all their kindling recollections, and with 170,000 of the same soldiers over whom the Eagles had recently been borne victorious from Dresden, victory appeared hardly doubtful.

The inhabitants of Leipsic seemed enthusiastic in their wishes; our chasseurs, in their march from the city to join the corps of Latour Maubourg, were deafened by the huzzas of the populace, while garlands and ribands were thrown among the men, and a thousand handkerchiefs waved from the windows. The scene was exhilarating in the extreme; the streets were crowded with equipages of rank; and general officers were seen galloping to and fro, the bearers of a hundred flying reports. The Emperor was expected daily, and an express had arrived that the king of Saxony was within twenty miles of the city. All was bustle and uproar, and the sound of distant cannonading, in the direction of Liebertwolkwitz, was drowned by shouts, the ringing of bells, and the sounds of music. We departed by the Grimma Gate, and proceeded in the direction of Probstheide to our destination.

As the different squadrons emerged upon the wide plain that skirts the city, I could not refrain from looking frequently back with pride upon their martial appearance and imposing numbers, as they winded away in seemingly interminable succession round a small eminence that divides two post-roads, and ascended that to the right, which rising by a gradual sweep, presented a fine bird's-eye view of the splendid march. The sky was red with all the glory of an October sunset, and while it formed a splendid back-ground to the spires, and pinnacles, and gigantic outlines, of the city, it threw a gleam over their files that lent a double brilliance to their arms, and made the Eagles swim in glory to the anxious eyes of the soldiers. On the road, as we advanced, various appearances presented themselves to mark the immediate vicinity of war: the country, on either side, bore the marks of having been lately bivouacked upon by an immense body of troops; the remains of the fires, and unused vegetables, and fodder, being strewed over an extent of several miles, while the roads were broken up by deep ruts from the passage of the artillery. Numerous straggling parties of soldiers were likewise observed hovering about, while our march was interrupted by waggons and carts, increasing as we advanced, and our ears assailed, by the shouts and cries of their drivers, and the frequent hallooing and swearing of numerous couriers forcing themselves away, as they galloped on their missions. At length, about the distance of fifteen miles from the city, the grand army itself, the object for which we had been for some time straining our sight, lay before us, and was greeted with enthusiasm, stretching over the whole plain between Paundorff on our right to the woods of Konnewitz, in one continuous mass, until it disappeared in the distance from the eye.

The shades of night had already overtaken us before we arrived at our destination, and joined the first division, with which we were meant to act. We had calculated upon almost immediate service, but were, in this respect, in our surmises, far behind what we were doomed to experience, as we had hardly slackened saddles before an order arrived for our forming part of a strong muster of cavalry, destined to march to the centre as soon as the darkness admitted of the movement being made unnoticed. Our veterans, accustomed from experience to regard such motions in their proper light, while they shrugged their shoulders, with an ominous leer of the eye upon their more raw comrades, set seriously to work to make the best use of the short respite allowed them for rest or comfort, and were to be seen as anxiously engaged around the fires in cooking and discussing the multifarious contents of their haversacks, as if famine had been the only enemy they had any backwardness to encounter. The different groups, thus thrown together and composed of the soldiers of several nations, in all the postures which a desire for perfect ease could suggest, formed many a rich picturesque sketch for the pen or pencil. Here, resting upon his carabin, stood the French cuirassier—the practised warrior—the man of iron—tall,bewhiskered and bemoustached, beside the Saxon chasseur, with his splendid jacket and attenuated person; at his side sat, upon his bundled-up night-cloak, the showy Polish lancer, his cap a negligee to one side, withalook of half-dignified or dandified nonchalance, in solemn silence, puffing his clouds of smoke over the young guardsman stretched at full length, happy at having got quit for a space of his ponderous casque and breast-plate. Opposite was the embrowned soldier of the line—the veteran of sixty, whom the sun of Alexandria and Moscow had looked upon in the same trade of blood, and whose home was the camp, in juxta-position to the raw conscript of sixteen, whomthevery last levy had forced into the ranks. Yet, striking as thiscontrast was, how deficient would it have appeared in point, could the minds comprised in this military group have been scrutinized, and the hopes, fears, affections, and wishes, of its individual members been equally laid open to the eye of truth.

About ten o'clock we again got into order, and soon afterwards found ourselves in motion along with about three thousand taken from the division of Sebastiani, and several squadrons of the cavalry of the guards, and, diverging to the left, bya circuitous route, we reached our destination about half an hour before midnight.

The arrival of successive divisions from different posts of the army for some time took away from any whom habit had not steeled to all interruption the power of repose. The van was occupied by Maubourg's division, in whose rear the several detachments formed as they came up, exposing to the enemy a front by no means extended, and the whole at length settling down into a deceitful calm, when the final arrangements had been made. The situation was novel to me, and exciting in the extreme. My short military career had been begun at Bautzen, and war, on the stupendous scale I was about to engage in, was fraught with the most anxious interest. Having seen my horse properly attended to, and partaken of a little refreshment, I seized the opportunity, instead of immediately seeking repose, of walking out a little in front of our lines. The sight which these presented was in the extreme magnificent and imposing. A thick fog had been gradually becoming denser since nightfall, and

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