Safe stow'd in many a package there,
And labell'd slily o'er, as "Glass,"
Were lots of all th' illegal ware,

Love's Custom-House forbids to pass. “O'erhaul, o'erhaul, my Cupids all," Said Love, the little Admiral.

Mock sighs, too,-kept in bags for use, Like breezes bought of Lapland seers,Lay ready here to be let loose,

When wanted, in young spinsters' ears. “Ha ha, ha ha, my Cupids all," Said Love, the little Admiral.

False papers next on board were found, Sham invoices of flames and darts, Professedly for Paphos bound,

But meant for Hymen's golden marts. "For shame, for shame, my Cupids all!" Said Love, the little Admiral.

Nay, still to every fraud awake,

Those pirates all Love's signals knew,

And hoisted oft his flag, to make

"This must not be," the boy exclaims, "In vain I rule the Paphian seas, If Love's and Beauty's sovereign names Are lent to cover frauds like these. Prepare, prepare, my Cupids all!" Said Love, the little Admiral.

Each Cupid stood with lighted match-
A broadside struck the smuggling foe,
And swept the whole unhallow'd batch
Of falsehood to the depths below.
"Huzza, huzza! my Cupids all!"
Said Love, the little Admiral.

CHILD'S SONG. FROM A MASQUE

I HAVE a garden of my own,
Shining with flow'rs of ev'ry hue;
I lov'd it dearly while alone,

But I shall love it more with you:
And there the golden bees shall come,
In summer-time at break of morn,
And wake us with their busy hum
Around the Siha's fragrant thorn.

I have a fawn from Aden's land,
On leafy buds and berries nurst;
And you shall feed him from your hand,
Though he may start with fear at first.
And I will lead you where he lies.

For shelter in the noontide heat;
And you may touch his sleeping eyes,
And feel his little silv'ry feet.

OUR first young love resembles

That short but brilliant ray,

Which smiles, and weeps, and trembles
Through April's earliest day.

And not all life before us,

Howe'er its lights may play,

Can shed a lustre o'er us

Like that first April ray.

Our summer sun may squander
A blaze serener, grander;

Our autumn beam

May, like a dream

Of heav'n, die calm away;
But, no-let life before us
Bring all the light it may,
"Twill ne'er shed lustre o'er us
Like that first youthful ray.

THERE'S SOMETHING STRANGE.

(A BUFFO SONG.)

THERE'S something strange, I know not what, Come o'er me,

Some phantom I've for ever got

Before me.

I look on high, and in the sky

'Tis shining;

On earth, its light with all things bright

Seems twining.

In vain I try this goblin's spells

To sever;

Go where I will, it round me dwells

For ever.

And then what tricks by day and night

It plays me;

In ev'ry shape the wicked sprite
Waylays me.

Sometimes like two bright eyes of blue
'Tis glancing;

Sometimes like feet, in slippers neat,
Comes dancing.

By whispers round of every sort
I'm taunted.

Never was mortal man, in short,

So haunted.

WAKE UP, SWEET MELODY.

WAKE up, sweet melody!

Now is the hour

When young and loving hearts

Feel most thy pow'r.

One note of music, by moonlight's soft ray-
Oh, 'tis worth thousands heard coldly by day.
Then wake up, sweet melody!

Now is the hour

When young and loving hearts
Feel most thy pow'r.

Ask the fond nightingale,

When his sweet flow'r

Loves most to hear his song,

In her green bow'r?

Oh he will tell thee, through summer-nights long, Fondest she lends her whole soul to his song. Then wake up, sweet melody!

THE brilliant black eye

May in triumph let fly

All its darts without caring who feels 'em;
But the soft eye of blue,

Though it scatter wounds too,

Is much better pleas'd when it heals 'em-
Dear Fanny!

But the soft eye of blue,

Though it scatter wounds too,

Is much better pleas'd when it heals 'em.