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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. 1871 Excerpt:...sceptre Long lifted my Muse and caressed: And now, when the spade waits to ground me, And gloominess darkens my day, The glory of Brunswick shines round me, And bids me still bask in its ray. While I see, in the friends who now meet me, How favour and fervour unite; How Royalty deigns here to greet me; How hearts mellow round me to-night: Oh! judge what I feel 'midst this pleasure, That shows I yet hold upon earth A heart worthy Friendship's sweet treasure, A Muse ever welcome to Mirth! High charmed, through a day beyond prizing, With full tide of spirit in play, I feel while its joys I'm revising, My soul's had its revel to-day. Then take, my illustrious protector, Dear friends, take, since now we must part, Oh, take, in this brimmer of Nectar, The full-flowing thanks of my heart! tE THE END OF THE COURSE. By Brother Charles Morris. TIME bids me dismount from my hobby; Indeed, he has run a long race: And it's owned in the field and the lobby, My pony was fleet in his pace. Perhaps I have spurrM him too freely, And not used the curb as I should; But e'en when he swerved and was reely, He still showed a bit of good blood. Now sunk, like the high-mettled racer, The great public turf he forsakes; But in private is still a brisk racer, And starts with good will for the Steaks; There no crossing we ever discover, No blacklegged treachery's played: There the course is still fairly run over, The jockey still honestly weighed. But now to have done with allusions, And name my best joys and best ends, 'Tis to find that my cheerful effusions Are stamped with the seal of my friends; That my efforts for mirth and for pleasure Produce what they strive to sustain,--That they listen with joy to my measure, And trust to my Fancy again. This still prompts my Muse to her duty...