TO BARRON FIELD. DEAR Field, my old friend, who love strait-forward verse, And will take it, like marriage, for better, for worse, Who cheered my fire-side, when we grew up toge ther, And still warm iny heart in these times and this weather; I know you'll be glad to see, under my hand, That I'm still, as the phrase is, alive in the land, When you hear, that since meeting the bright-eyed and witty, I've been asked to an absolute feast in the city! Yes, Barron, no more of the Nelsons and Jervises: And phrases and outcries tremendous to utter,— Blood, devils, and drum-sticks,-now cut it-the jowl there Brains, bones, head and shoulders, and into the sole there! The veterans too, round you-how obviously brave! What wounds and what swellings they bear to their grave! Some red as a fever, some pallid as death, No wonder the wise look on dinners like these, sins; The gape of a cod-fish, and round staring eye, The claws that threat up from a fierce pigeon pye,— Don't they warn us, with signs at which heroes might shiver, Of wounds in the midriff, and scars in the liver? Even hares become bold in so desperate a case, And with hollow defiance look full in one's face. This made, t'other day, a physician declare, That disease, bonâ fide, was part of our fare. Had you asked him accordingly, what was the fare, best, Gout, head-ache, and fever, and pain in the chest." Mr. P. there, more nightmare? my hand's quite at leisure? A glass of slow fever? I'm sure with great pleasure. My dear Mrs. H., why your plate's always empty! Now can't a small piece of this agony tempt ye? And then leaning over, with spoon and with smile, Do let me, Miss Betsy,- -a little more bile?— Have I no more persuasion with you too, Miss Virtue ? A little, I'm sure, of this cough couldn't hurt you." Now all this is good, and didactic enough For those who'd make bodies mere cushions to stuff: Excess is bad always ;-but there's a relation Of this same Excess, sometimes called Moderation, Who wonders, and smiles, and concludes you a glutton, If helped more than he is to turnips and mutton,— |