COLONEL RICHARD LOVELACE. (Born about 1618. Educated at Oxford. Imprisoned by the Long Parliament. Afterwards served in the French army. The latter part of his life was very miserable. He died in an alley near Shoe Lane, in 1658.) TO ALTHEA. WHEN Love, with unconfinèd wings, Hovers within my gates, And my divine Althea brings To whisper at the grates; Know no such liberty. When flowing cups run swiftly round When healths and draughts go free- With shriller throat shall sing Stone walls do not a prison make,* Minds innocent and quiet take R. LOVELACE. He was formerly associated with George Cruikshank in several literary ventures. The amusing parody on Lord Tennyson's Revenge entitled "Retribution," on page 42, Volume I. Parodies, was also from his pen. A FRUGAL MIND. CHAMPAGNE will not a dinner make, Men gluttonous and rich, may take Punch. April 3, 1875. ·:0: TO LUCASTA, ON GOING TO THE WARS. TELL me not, sweet, I am unkind, That from the nunnery Of thy chaste breast and quiet mind To war and arms I fly. True, a new mistress now I chase,— The first foe in the field; And with a stronger love embrace A sword, a horse, a shield. Yet this inconstancy is such As you, too, shall adore: I could not love thee, dear, so much, Loved I not honour more. R. LOVELACE. THE GRAND OLD O'DIDDLE TO MISS ERIN. TELL me not, sweet, it is a dodge From making love to Molly Hodge True, a new charmer now I chase Prepared, with shame-forgetting face, Yet this apostacy is such As thou, too, shalt adore: I should not love thee, dear, so much, Moonshine. January 2, 1886. HANG SORROW, LET'S CAST AWAY CARE. THE REV. Mr. J. W. Ebsworth, a great authority on our early songs and ballads, supplies the following information as to the different existing versions of "Hang sorrow." The music of this old ballad was composed by William Lawes, and "published by John Hilton: printed for John Benson and John Playford, and to be sould in St. Dun. stan's Churchyard, and in the Inner Temple neare the Church doore, 1652." It reappeared in Windsor Drollery,' 1672, with a few verbal alterations. ་ From J. Hilton's 'Catch that Catch Can,' 1652 (music by William Lawes) :— HANG Sorrow and cast away Care, and let us drink up our Sack; They say 'tis good to cherish the blood, 'Tis wine that makes the thoughts aspire, and fills the body with heat; Besides 'tis good, if well understood, Then call and drink up all, The Drawer is ready to fill, A Pox of care, what need we to spare? my father has made his will. Another version appeared in an excessively rare work, "The New Academy of Complements," 1671, as, Song 276: Hang fear, cast away care, The parish is bound to find us, Thou and I and all must die, And leave this world behinde us. The Bells shall ring, the Clerk shall sing, Where the Devil ne'er shall find us. A later version is in Playford's Musical Companion,' 1673. There is also a Roxburghe ballad beginning similarly, but quite distinct from these two songs. It is entitled, "Joy and Sorrow mixt together. To the tune of, Such a Rogue should be hang'd." Which is the same tune as 'Old Sir Simon the King.' Here is the first of the fourteen stanzas for comparison. The ballad is preserved in the Roxburghe Collection (vol. 1. fol. 170), and has been reprinted in the Ballad Society's publication, vol. 1. P. 509 : Hang sorrow, let's cast away care, for now I do mean to be merry, I shall have no need to borrow; I would have it for to be known (Burden :) Here's a health to my Bride that shall be, We will be as merry as the Maides, &c. This ballad was written and signed by Richard Climsell, and was printed for John Wright the younger, dwelling in the Old Bayley. DRINKING SONG. CAST away care, he that loves sorrow Lengthens not a day, nor can buy to-morrow; Money is trash; and he that will spend it, Let him drink merrily, Fortune will send it. Play it off stiffly, we may not part so. JOHN FORD. (About 1623.) A play, ascribed to Fletcher, entitled The Bloody Brother; or Rollo, Duke of Normandy, printed as early as 1640, contains a somewhat similar defence of drinking: A DRINKING SONG DRINK to-day, and drown all sorrow, Wine works the heart up, wakes the wit, And it not inebriates like potions alcoholic. Lasts as the leaves do, -:0: THE BOYS FOR YOU! (After the Earl of Dorset's Song.) AIR.-" To all you Ladies now on Land." Ho all you toilers in the land Who freedom would promote, We fain would have you understand The way you ought to vote. Old Whigs eschew, And Tories too The Rads, they are the boys for you— With a fal-lal, lal-lal, la, la, la— To Jingoes, of whatever ilk, *The following well-known glee is formed on this song:- THE CHIEF of the LibERAL PARTY. Of the Chief of the Liberal Party. That is the way his work is done The Chief of the Liberal Party." The Chief of the Liberal Party. Or cheapened rates on goods from France, To the Chief of the Liberal Party. To the Chief of the Liberal Party. To the Chief of the Liberal Party! Oh what a Foreign Minister Has the Chief of the Liberal Party! But now the Whigs are in retreat- For the great CONSERVATIVE Party! burgh Conservative Club, on February 19, 1864, and were published in the Edinburgh Courant, February 21, 1864. -:0: SIGN THE BILL STAMP, SIGN. (A Lay of the Downy One.) I LEAD a very merry and a rollicking life, I've hunters, I've a yacht, I've an Opera box, Sign the Bill Stamp, sign, Sign the Bill Stamp, sign. You may dance all night, 'neath the gay gas light, Floating down Life's river on an I.O.U. I'm Director of ten railways, and a tip-top swell, My villa's at Richmond, my Club in Pall Mall. I laugh at petty larcenies, and never cut my stick, For this is the way we do the trick. Sign the Bill Stamp, sign, Sign the Bill Stamp, sign. You may revel all night, and yet feel all right, Then heigho! for the regular doo, Floating down Life's river on an I.O.U. The Man in the Moon. Vol. I. With your gun upon your shoulder, and your bayonet by your side, You'll be courting some fair lady, and making her your bride." THE LAY OF THE CREDITOR. You are going far away, far away from all your Debts, I fear that you'll forget then all about my I, O. U. With the reins between your fingers, and a danseuse by your side, You'll spend your uncle's legacy, and all your duns deride. Oh, were I Lord John Russell, or still better Robert Peel, I would pass a stringent measure that would make you debtors feel; I would put a stop to swindling, or at least would find a way That the man who had the goods should be the only one to pay. The Puppet Show, April 1, 1848. In the same paper there was another parody relating to the Company of French actors, whose appearance at Drury Lane Theatre led to some disgraceful disturbances on the part of the "gents " of the period. A MONTE CHRISTO BALLAD. You are going to the play, if an order you can get, When you're sitting in the pit, and when "part the first " is o'er, You'll be voting Monsieur Dumas a most terrific bore; With your head upon your hand, and your hand upon your knee, You will long to be at home again at Kensington with me. When the playhouse doors are opened, you'll be madly rushing on, Never thinking if they squash you, that your only chance is gone; For your hard eggs will be broken, and your brandy bottle cracked, And you'll faint from thirst and hunger in the pit so densely packed. Oh! if I were Lord Chamherlain, or, better still, the Queen, At Drury Lane, I'd take good care, no Frenchmen should A pound of pounded sugar, and a pound of peel beside; Stir them all well up together with a pound of wheaten flour, And let them stand and settle for a quarter of an hour; Then tie the pudding in a cloth, and put it in the pot, Some people like the water cold, and some prefer it hot; But though I don't know which of these two methods I should praise, I know it ought to boil an hour for every pound it weighs. I'd have a Christmas pudding every day I dined at home; Punch. Six little barmaids, eager all to strive; One fell to quarrelling, and then there were five. One show'd her dirty hands, and then there were four. One not "respectably "—and then there were three. PARODIES OF "TEN LITTLE NIGGER BOYS." There was a parody of this song in "The Rise and Fall of Richard III.," a burlesque by F. C. Burnand, produced at the New Royalty Theatre, Soho, in 1868. It possesses little interest apart from the context. Song by BARON ALBERT GRANT. TEN Joint Stock Companies, none of which were mine, One couldn't pay its rent, and then there were Six ! From Finis. THE "BARMAID CONTEST." Held in the North Woolwich Gardens, when under the management of Mr. William Holland. "Good character, business habits, neatness of costume, and respectability, are the chief points."-Advertisement. TEN little barmaids, sitting in a line; One look'd too pompously, and then there were eight. Glancing at the gentlemen-and then there were six. THE SIX ROYAL PERSONS, SIX royal persons in the realm alive, One went to India, and then there were five. Five royal persons, finding town a bore, One went to Russia, and then there were four. One went to Gibraltar, and then there were three. One went to Nice for health, and then there were two. Thus the second doesn't count, and so there was one. THE TEN HIGH COMMISSIONERS. TEN High Commissioners in council did combine; Nine High Commissioners no longer would debate ; Seven High Commissioners were just in the same fix, Five High Commissioners found they could do no more, And so Count Zichy he went home, and left there only four. Four High Commissioners still failed their way to see; Two High Commissioners found talking sorry fun; Judy, February 7, 1877. THE IRISH JURYMEN. TWELVE Irish Jurymen trying Prisoners seven, One had a frightened wife, and then there were eleven! Eleven Irish Jurymen consulting up in a pen, |