When, lo, directly after,

It bubbles into laughter.

Ah

rogue !-and do you know, John, Why 'tis we love you so, John?

And how it is they let ye

Do what you like, and pet ye,

Though all who look upon ye
Exclaim "Ah, Johnny, Johnny!"
It is because you please 'em
Still more, John, than you teaze 'em ;
Because, too, when not present,

The thought of you is pleasant;
Because, though such an elf, John,
They think that if yourself, John,
Had something to condemn too,
You'd be as kind to them too;

In short, because you're very

Good-tempered, Jack, and merry;

And are as quick at giving,

As easy at receiving;

And, in the midst of pleasure,

Are certain to find leisure

To think, my boy, of ours,
And bring us lumps of flowers.

But see, the sun shines brightly,
Come, put your hat on rightly,
And we'll among the bushes,

And hear your friends the thrushes;

And see what flow'rs the weather

Has render'd fit to gather;

And, when we home must jog, you

Shall ride my back, you rogue you,

Your hat adorned with fine leaves,

Horse-chesnut, oak, and vine-leaves ; And so, with green o'erhead, John, Shall whistle home to bed, John.

ON HEARING A LITTLE MUSICAL BOX.

Dilettevol' suoni

Faceano intorno l'aria tintinnire

D'armonia dolce, e di concenti buoni.

ARIOSTO.

HALLO!-what?-where?-what can it be

That strikes up so deliciously?

I never in my life-what no!
That little tin-box playing so?
It really seemed as if a sprite

Had struck among us,

swift and light,

And come from some minuter star

To treat us with his pearl guitar.

Hark! it scarcely ends the strain,

But it gives it o'er again,

Lovely thing!and runs along,

Just as if it knew the song,

Touching out, smooth, clear and small,

Harmony, and shake, and all,

Now upon the treble lingering,
Dancing now as if 'twere fingering,

And at last, upon the close,
Coming with genteel repose..

O full of sweetness, crispness, ease,
Compound of lovely smallnesses,
Accomplished trifle,-tell us what

To call thee, and disgrace thee not.
Worlds of fancies come about us,

Thrill within, and glance without us.