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being behind it : it is, however, a rare occurrence, because of the intol- 

 erance of deluded ears, which abide not its outpourings gratefully so 

 hath the race become well nigh extinct ! Yea, even the little, lazy, vaga- 

 bond Savoyard boys, abandoning their whirring hurdy-gurdies, have now 

 betaken themselves to upright cabinets, French-polished, bedizened with 

 brass scrolls, and puckered taffety; and, grinning white-teethed smiles, 

 to their wild and pleasant measures, the while, set the hearts a-dancing of 

 all who heed them the very police, (new no longer) charmed out of their 

 strict orders to put music down by taking the machines up ! These are 

 fearful truths, that make pious hearts bleed, as well they may. Yet, 

 amid this besetting depravity of our times, it is consolatory and comfort- 

 able to ponder upon the exertions of philanthropy, and to think how 

 perfect the world would become were our moralists of the Bench, on the 

 one hand, and those precious servitors and chosen vessels in the Lord, 

 on the other, (of whom Saint Andrew, in the Senate, is the living voice, 

 at once, and ornament) to have it all their own way, in the guidance of 

 the public body and soul. 



I DRINK TO THEE! 

 ANACREONTIC, No, 2. 

 . C. 33. TOOtfon. 



I DRINK to thee ! belov'd and dear, 



Girl of my heart ! I drink to thee ! 

 While cups are brimm'd to beauty, here 



I pledge thee deep in memory ! 

 When friends are met and round the board 



Quaff wishes kind, mid mirth and glee, 

 Safe treasur'd, like the miser's hoard, 



My silent heart shall drink to thee ! 



Thou art a gem, too pure to name 



Mid the wild revel's boist'rous throng ! 

 I would not have thy maiden fame 



Echo'd, the festal board along ! 

 I drink to thee, belov'd and dear ! 



And long and deep the draught shall be ; 

 But, guarded from mirth's sullying sneer, 



Within my heart the pledge shall be ! 



There, thou shalt have a fitter shrine 



Than mid the banquet's noisy din ; 

 Nor be the worshipp'd saint, where wine 



Blushes the circling cup within ! 

 Let others pledge to beauty here, 



Thy name, they'll ask in vain from me ; 

 Too sacred 'tis for mirth's rude ear 



My heart alone shall drink to thee ! 



