How bless'd the heart that has a friend. A sympathizing ear to lend.

She stood breast-high amid the corn Clasp'd by the golden light of morn, Like the sweetheart of the sun, Who many a glowing kiss had won.

There are three things which the public will always clamour for, sooner or later; namely: novelty, novelty, novelty.

No sun, no moon, no morn, no noon, No dawn, no dusk, no proper time of day, . . . . . . No road, no street, no t' other side the way, . . . . . . No shade, no shine, no butterflies, no bees, No fruits, no flowers, no leaves, no buds.

Alas for the rarity Of Christian charity Under the sun!

Oh would I were dead now, Or up in my bed now, To cover my head now, And have a good cry!

The best of friends fall out, and so his teeth had done some years ago.