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3. No, thank ye, sir-I never drink;
Roger and I are exceedingly moral Aren't we, Roger? See him wink!
Well, something hot, then-we wont quarrel. He's thirsty, too—see him nod his head !
What a pity, sir, that dogs can't talk! He understands every word that's said
And he knows good milk from water-and-chalk.
4. The truth is, sir, now I reflect,
I've been so sadly given to grog, I wonder I've not lost the respect
(Here's to you, sir !) even of my dog. But he sticks by, through thick and thin;
And this old coat, with its empty pockets, And rags that smell of tobacco and gin,
He'll follow while he has eyes in his sockets.
5. There isn't another creature living
Would do it, and prove, through every disaster, So fond, so faithful, and so forgiving
To such a miserable, thankless master! No, sir! see him wag his tail and grin!
By George! it makes my eyes water! That is, there's something in this gin
That chokes a fellow. But no matter!
6. We'll have some music if you're willing,
And Roger (hem! what a plague a cough is, sir!) Shall march a little. Start, you villain!
Stand straight! 'Bout face! Salute your officer! Put up that paw! Dress! Take your rifie!
(Some dogs have arms, you see !) Now hold your Cap while the gentlemen give a trifle
To aid a poor old patriot soldier!
7. March! Halt! Now show how the rebel shakes
When he stands up to hear his sentence. Now tell us how many drams it takes
To honor a jolly new acquaintance.
Five yelps-that's five; he's mighty knowing!
The night's before us, fill the glasses !
Some brandy-thank you-there-it passes !
8. Why not reform! That's easily said;
But I've gone through such wretched treatment,
And scarce remembering what meat meant,
And there are times when, mad with thinking,
To prop a horrible inward sinking.
9. Is there a way to forget to think?
At your age, sir, home, fortune, friends,
The same old story; you know how it ends.
You needn't laugh, sir; they were not then
I was one of your handsome men!
10. If you had seen her, so fair and young,
Whose head was happy on this breast !
When the wine went round, you wouldn't have guessed
From door to door, with fiddle and dog,
To you to-night for a glass of grog!
11. She's married since—a parson's wife:
'Twas better for her that we should part-
Than a blasted home and a broken heart.
On a dusty road: a carriage stopped;
Who kissed the coin that her fingers dropped !
12. You've set me talking, sir; I'm sorry;
It makes me wild to think of the change!
Is it amusing? you find it strange?
'Twas well she died before- Do you know
The ruin and wretchedness here below?
13. Another glass, and strong, to deaden
This pain; then Roger and I will start.
Aching thing, in place of a heart?
No doubt, remembering things that were
And himself a sober, respectable cur. 14. I'm better now; that glass was warming.
You rascal! limber your lazy feet!
supper and bed, or starve in the street-
But soon we shall go where lodgings are free, And the sleepers need neither victuals nor drink;
The sooner, the better for Roger and me!
EDGAR A POE.
1. Hear the sledges with the bells
How they tinkle, tinkle, tinkle,
In the icy air of night!
With a crystalline delight;
To the tintinnabulation that so musically swells
Bells, bells, bells-
Golden bells !
Through the balmy air of night
And all in tune,
On the moon!
How it swells !
How it dwells
Of the rapture that impels
Bells, bells, bells-
Brazen bells !
In the startled ear of night
Too much horrified to speak,
Out of tune.
Leaping higher, higher, higher,
With a desperate desire,
O the bells, bells, bells!
Yet the ear it fully knows,
By the twanging
And the clanging,
In the jangling
And the wrangling,
How the danger sinks and swells, By the sinking or the swelling in the anger of the bells,
Of the bells-
Bells, bells, bells
4. Hear the tolling of the bells—
Iron bells! What a world of solemn thought their monody compels
In the silence of the night,
How we shiver with affright
For every sound that floats
Is a groan.
In that muffled monotone,
On the human heart a stone-
They are Ghouls: