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"If hope to the heart has but handed
'Tis by the next post countermanded,
And think how provoking is this!
"If joy like the sun on a river,
"If pleasure e'er paid me a visit,
And came with a will to remain, Another came asking 'Who is it?' The name of that other was pain!
"There's always some trouble or other,
And so in his song he lamented;
MAY! MERRY MAY!
MAY! Merry May! How the lovely hand of May
How like heaven the splendour where
Sunny bloom of gold!
How the rapture heaven reveals,
But the heart beholding, feels
What no words have told!
May! Merry May! How the willing hand of May
May! Merry May! How the melody of May
Wait on beauty newly born,
Tell the joy they own,
God is good; and doth not He
May! Happy May! How the merry voice of May
A MEMORABLE MISTAKE,
Said to have been made by the Hal of Kirklees Hall.-
It is of other days a tale,
The comic Hal, of Kirklees Hall,
Was, in his own queer way,
And sometimes when no spoken word
It happen'd thus upon a day—
Is was sheepshearing time, in short,
"How well," said he, "they wield the shears! And wherefore may not I?"
A voice seemed urging in his ears,
'Well, Hal, why don't you try ?"
"I will," he said, "and that I will,
"There's one about as fat as grease,
I'll bring it in, and shear its fleece,
The merry twinkling in his eyes,
The evening came; the men had gone;
Now for the shears to act upon
One of the creatures dumb!
"Come, come," said he, "haste, haste, post haste! Was ever sheep so slow!
The shears upon the board are placed;
There, too, my lamb, you go!
"There! stop that struggling! stop those screams! Now for the shining shears!"
But other tones rush'd on in teams,
Attacking both his ears!
Why, Hal! whatever have you got ?"
Well might he for misfortune mourn;
He had selected to be shorn,
A PIG, and not a sheep!
The moral of the tale, you 'll grant,
Never go seeking what you want
OUR COMMON WEALTH.
WHAT is a pound? No doubt a thing of value:
As it will now!