This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. Not indexed. Not illustrated. 1837 edition. Excerpt: ...Amongst us that word ought to be; And Ennui will still let us alone, Since pleasure attends on the free. in. Mirth will teach us to stop where we ought, For excess is destruction to joy; No shackles shall fetter a thought, So says Bacchus, that merry old boy Each may worship his god or his goddess, Just whatever it happens to be; He who likes it, (if any so odd is, ) To go even to Mass shall be free. Iv. Arist&cracy's narrow and vain, We'll speak not of grandsire or crest, E'en the comrade no title shall gain, Who jokes and who tipples the best: And should any, by folly misled, Endeavour our ruler to be, We'd soon lay such Gsesar down dead-Drunk, and so keep ourselves free. v. Let us drink our republic, and may The genius of liberty aid her Ah, a people so gentle and gay Are no match for a mighty invader. Lo, Lizzy comes in, and we bend To her and to pleasure the knee; With the fair it is vain to contend--She will rule, we must cease to be free. MY OLD COAT. Sois-moi fidele, 6 pauvre habit que j'aime Ensemble nous devenons vieux, &c. P. 208. I. My dear old coat, I grieve to see How time is wearing thee and me; Each day, for years now half-a-score, (Not Socrates himself could more Have done, ) to save thee from mishap With my own hands I've brush'd thy nap, Or rather texture I should say, For nap has long been worn away. Should fate have other rubs in store, And make thy bareness more and more, Resist with patience sage, like me: Old friend, we must not parted be. II. Well I remember the first day I put thee on, all new and gay--It was my birth-day, ten years past, (Alas, that time should fly so fast ) And such was then the honour done thee, My merry friends made songs upon thee And still those friends as ready are To feast me now, as then they.