Yet often, ay, ever, before my wan eyes That Sabbath-day luncheon of old shall arise. My stomach, perhaps, shall improve by the change, Since crumpets it seems to prefer at long range; But, oh, how my palate will hanker to be In London again with Teresa and Leigh, Enjoying the rapture of crumpets and tea! AN IMITATION OF DR. WATTS. THROUGH all my life the poor shall find In me a constant friend; And on the meek of every kind My mercy shall attend. The dumb shall never call on me In vain for kindly aid; And in my hands the blind shall see A bounteous alms displayed. In all their walks the lame shall know And feel my goodness near; And on the deaf will I bestow My gentlest words of cheer. 'Tis by such pious works as these, Which I delight to do, That men their fellow-creatures please, And please their Maker too. INTRY-MINTRY. WILLIE and Bess, Georgie and May,-- Once as these children were hard at play, An old man, hoary and tottering, came And watched them playing their pretty game. He seemed to wonder, while standing there, What the meaning thereof could be. Aha, but the old man yearned to share Of the little children's innocent glee, As they circled around with laugh and shout, And told this rhyme at counting out: "Intry-mintry, cutrey-corn, Apple-seed and apple-thorn, Wire, brier, limber, lock, Twelve geese in a flock; Some flew east, some flew west, Some flew over the cuckoo's nest." Willie and Bess, Georgie and May,-- Ah, the mirth of that summer day! 'Twas Father Time who had come to share The innocent joy of those children there. He learned betimes the game they played, And into their sport with them went he,-- How _could_ the children have been afraid, Since little they recked who he might be? They laughed to hear old Father Time Mumbling that curious nonsense rhyme Of intry-mintry, cutrey-corn, Apple-seed and apple-thorn, Wire, brier, limber, lock, Twelve geese in a flock; Some flew east, some flew west, Some flew over the cuckoo's nest.