all this, _again and again_ I tell you, you are indebted to _Mr. Whitbread_!!! VI. THE LIVING LUSTRES. BY T. M. {25} [THOMAS MOORE.] [Mr. Moore died 26th February, 1852, in his 73rd year.] * * * * * “Jam te juvaverit Viros relinquere, Doctæque conjugis Sinu quiescere.” SIR T. MORE. * * * * * I. O WHY should our dull retrospective addresses Fall damp as wet blankets on Drury Lane fire? Away with blue devils, away with distresses, And give the gay spirit to sparkling desire! II. Let artists decide on the beauties of Drury, The richest to me is when woman is there; The question of houses I leave to the jury; The fairest to me is the house of the fair. III. When woman’s soft smile all our senses bewilders, And gilds, while it carves, her dear form on the heart, What need has New Drury of carvers and gilders? With Nature so bounteous, why call upon Art? IV. How well would our actors attend to their duties, Our house save in oil, and our authors in wit, In lieu of you lamps, if a row of young beauties Glanced light from their eyes between us and the pit? V. The apples that grew on the fruit-tree of knowledge By woman were pluck’d, and she still wears the prize, To tempt us in theatre, senate, or college— I mean the love-apples that bloom in the eyes. VI. There too is the lash which, all statutes controlling, Still governs the slaves that are made by the fair; For man is the pupil, who, while her eye’s rolling, Is lifted to rapture, or sunk in despair. VII. Bloom, Theatre, bloom, in the roseate blushes Of beauty illumed by a love-breathing smile! And flourish, ye pillars, {26} as green as the rushes That pillow the nymphs of the Emerald Isle! VIII. For dear is the Emerald Isle of the ocean, Whose daughters are fair as the foam of the wave, Whose sons, unaccustom’d to rebel commotion, Tho’ joyous, are sober—tho’ peaceful, are brave. IX. The shamrock their olive, swore foe to a quarrel, Protects from the thunder and lightning of rows; Their sprig of shillelagh is nothing but laurel, Which flourishes rapidly over their brows. X.