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THE CHARMS OF MELODY.
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Give the Devil his Due.
Tune, — To tah in goad fart the fuft fqueezs, ^c.
THERE is one thing, my friends, I muft offer to
yoa,
''lis, Give to Old Nick, what to Old Nick is due ;
What he owes to us, 1 can venture to fay,
Li've a Dasmon of Rank, upon Honour iie'U pay.
Tlio' you fmile at my fyfiem, and fneer at my fong,
1-jis Worfhip's allow'd to be Prince of Bon Ton ;
i Now thus lies the bus'nefs. Sirs, as we're polite,
And pratflife good manners, pray what is his right ?
The Devil is in you's a phrafe'daily us'd,
Yet oft by fuch language, the Devil's abus'd.
i^Tho' fcnne hollow hearts may have much room to
fpare.
The Devil himfelf would not choofe to dwell there.
Some people afFec5l with this world to be fick,
And give themfelves up in a pet to Old Nick ;
Devil fetch me ! they cry, but if Satan they knew,
i'His Honour has much better bus'nefs to do.
Tho' of darknefs he's king, he's a prince of the air,
And with his Infernalfhip we ihould deal lair ; .
The cheerful day's rul'd by the Angel of Light,
And the Devil (Lord blefs us) is Monarch ot Night.
His torturing fpirits around him await.
As watchmen attend on the conttable's flate ;
Thofe imps of authority fally in fhoals.
And pennylefs ftrumpeis drag in as damn'd fouls.
,■ The hell upon earth, and life's dev'lifli difeafe.
Is poverty Unning, and ieiz'd on for fees;
■Deep in darknefs, that drofs we call money was hid,
A proof that the ufe on'c to us was forbid.
But Pluto, the Devil's old heathenifh name.
Brought it forth from below, as a varnifh for fhame.
Perfuafion, Temptation, attended the gold,
'Till all have been bid for, and few are unfold.
We are Dev'liflily odd, in a Dev'lifh odd way.
Since bribe as bribe can there's the Devil to pay j
The Devil of Party makes damnable rout,
Tho' the Devil a bit can we tell what about.
May Satan feize thofe who by purcliafe deceive.
May they take the fame road who fuch things receive;
But may we preferve honett Men, tho' they're few.
Export all the reft, give iht Denjd his due.
G. A. Sie'vem.
Sure a Lafs in her bloom, he.
SURE a lafs in her bloom at the age of nineteen.
Was ne'er fodiffrefs'd as of late I have been.
1 know not I vow any harm 1 have done,
But my mother oft tells me fiie'll have me a nun.
Don't you think it a pity fuch a girl as I,
Should be fenrenc'd to pray, to faft and to cry ;
With ways fo devout I'm not like to be won.
And my ijeart it loves frolic too well for a nun.
To hear the men flatter, and promife, and {"wear,
Is a thoufand times berter to me 1 declare ;
1 can keep myfelf chaffe, nor by wiles be undone ;
Nay befides I'm too hand fome, 1 think, for a nun.
|, Not to love or be lov'd, oh ! I never can bear,
Nor yield to be fent to, one cannot tell where ;
'J^o live or to die in this cafe were all one,
Kay, 1 fooner would die tiian be reckon'd a nun.
Perhaps, but to reize me, fhe threitens me fo,
I'm fure, was fhe me, fhe would ffontly fay no ;
^'.iit, if fh"e's in eanie", 1 from her will nm,
\nd be married in fpite, that I mayn't be a nun.
Honour.
Tune, — Confufton to him ivho a Bumper denies.
UR Reck'ning we've paid, here's toall bon repos.
The Decks we have clear'd, and 'tis time \ve
fhould go ;
A Coach did you fay ? No ! Pm fober and firong,
Waiter ! call me a Link-boy, he'll light me along.
Obfequious the dog with his dripping torch bows-^
YourHonour! poorJack,Sir, yourHonourJack knows.
For the fake of the pence thus he'll honour me on,
Gold Duff f^rews the Race-ground where all Honour's
won.
Hold your light up!— what half-naked Objetfls here
lie.
Thus huddled in heaps ? — Good your Honour ! they
To poor creatures, your Honour, fome charity fpare ;
Honour's phrafe is Neceffity's common-place prayer
Young perifhing Out-caffs thus nightly are found.
No Pariflies care, they're too poor to be own'd.
For he, in thefe times, would be laughed to fcorn.
Who Diff refs wou'd affilf, yet expert no Return.
With Courtier-like bowing the Shoe-cleaners call,
And offer their Brufh, Stool and fhining Black Ball ;
Japanning your Honour, thefe Colouriffs plan.
And, really, fome Honours may want a Japan.
To varnifli the Tafte is, — as cafes frpm duff,
Each pidfure now glares with a tranfparent cruff ;
Nay, fome Ladies Faces are colour'd like Blinds,
While men ufe japanning which mafquerades minds.
Of Honour, of Freedom, yet England can boaft.
And Honour and Freedom's an Englifliman's toaff ;
May Infamy ever Deferters attend.
But Honours crown thofe who our Homours defend.
G. A. iite'vens.
The Hum.
Tune, — Pufli about the hrijh Bowl.
USHabout the brifkfiowl, 'twill enliven the heart.
Slay !
While thus we fit round on the-
What bufinefs have I an old Song to impart,
When f. Sirs, a new one can fay, can fay.
When f. Sirs, a new one can fay.
What fliall I firft fay, or what fhall I firll do ? '
What btfl will my bad voice become ?
Wliy faiih. Sirs, Pll ffrive by my verfes to flsew.
That Hie is, alas ! but a Hum.
Children weep at their birth, and old men when
they die.
At death the mofl happy look glum ;
At our entrance and exit we equally cry.
Which proves our life's plainly a Hum.
Law and Phyfic you fee will make fure of the fee.
What advice to you gratis will come ;
If poor, you are loft, tho' merit you boaff,
tor Worth without V\'ealtli is a Hum.
Acquaintance pretend that your fortunes they'll mend.
And vow to your fervice they'll come ;
But he you in need, and you'll hnd that indeed, *
Modern Friendihip is merely a Hum.
When fome Ladies kneel, fmall devotion they feel,
(Bat let us be modeft and mum)
At the altar they bow, but 'tis only for fhew.
Religion \yith thcra is a Hum..
We are hum'd from our birth, till we're hum'd inta
earth.
To an end ol our jokes then we come ;
Take your glafs,my brilk brorher.and I'll take another,
And thus make the moft of a hum, a Hum, •
And let's make the moft of a Hum.
G. A, Ste-jens,