" To sit and muse in the pale moonlight, 



Oh ! this indeed I love, 

 In the silent hours of eve, when bright 

 Are the shining stars above. 



"But when with meditation struck, 

 My heart beats low and quick, 

 Much better by far I love to suck, 

 The end of a sugar stick." 



STBACHAN'S LYRICS. 



" Is thine a heart oppressed by care, 



And dost thou seek relief? 

 I know a remedy so rare, 

 It is a slice of beef. 



" From all the world dost hide thy face, 



Thy sorrows to conceal? 

 I know what will thine anguish grace 

 A cut of roasted veal. 



" Would' st thou drive every dark grief out, 



And misery put thy foot on ? 

 Secure thyself a pot of stout, 

 And a broiled chop of mutton. 



"Alone art thou, and desolate? 



Art utterly forsaken? 

 If thou be so condemned by fate, 

 Take to fried eggs and bacon. 



" Standest thou in awe of wicked folks ? 



Fly not in haste to cloisters ; 



A refuge pleasanter by chalks, 



Lies in a score of oysters." 



HEWABD'S REMAINS. 



