y the player, who, taking up a goblet
of wine, and assuming the attitude of Macbeth in the banquet scene,
exclaimed--

"I drink
To the general joy of the whole table;--
May good digestion wait on appetite,
And health on both."----

~110~~The bottle was now put into quick circulation; harmony and
hilarity prevailed; and the poet, availing himself of the moments of
inspiration, gave the following chant, _extempore_.--

Song.

Air. Here's to the maiden of bashful fifteen.

Here's to the land where fair Freedom is seen,

Old England,--her glory and trade, aye;--
Here's to the island of Erin so green,
And here's to Sir Felix O'Grady;
Let the toast pass,
Flinch not the glass
That warms like the kiss of your favorite lass.

Here's to the beaus and the belles of the day,

The pleasures of life who enjoy, sir;--
Here's to the leaders of fashion, so gay,
And here's to the dashing Fitzroy, sir.
Let the toast pass,
Flinch not the glass
That warms like the kiss of your favorite lass.

Here's to our sailors who plough the salt wave,

And never from battle have ran, sir;--
Here's to our soldiers who nobly behave,
And here's to brave Colonel Mc. Can, sir.
Let the toast pass,
Flinch not the glass
That warms like the kiss of your favorite lass.

Here's to the joys that our reason engage,

Where Truth shines our best benefactress;
Here's to the triumph of Learning,--the Stage,-
And here's to each actor and actress.
Let the toast pass,
Flinch not the glass
That warms like the kiss of your favorite lass.

Here's to the man with a head to discern,

And eke with a heart to bestow, sir,
Tom Dashall, well skill'd Life in London to learn;
And here's to the Squire Tallyho, sir.
Let the toast pass,
Flinch not the glass
That warms like the kiss of your favorite lass.

Here's to the friendship united and true,

That paces variety's round, sir;
To Sparkle and Mortimer fill then, anew,
And let us with pleasure abound, sir.
Let the toast pass,