My country's cause was always mine— Britannia, ocean's bride!— A patriot's name my dearest boast, A patriot's heart my pride. My leader was "the people's friend;" 'Twas thus he gain'd my vote: But they put him on the pension list, And _the patriot_ turn'd his coat. Oh, the good old times! the good old times! Their like we ne'er shall see: The world was full of honest hearts, And life went merrily. 'Twas then I felt that honour dwelt In noble ancestry; That still in high and gentle blood Some secret virtues lie. My champion now I joy'd to hear Rail at the parvenu: But I soon found _him_ on the Civil List— With his wife and cousins too. Oh, the good old times! the good old times! Their like we ne'er shall see: The world was full of honest hearts, And life went merrily. Disgusted with the city's vice I to the country sped. A simple husbandman, my life 'Mid flocks and herds I led. The livelong day I'd pipe and play, Or on some thyme-bank sleep: But at night they broke into my folds, And stole my cows and sheep. Oh, the good old times! the good old times! Their like we ne'er shall see: The world was full of honest hearts, And life went merrily. They told me 'twas my single state That harass'd thus my life; And to the altar soon I led A young and lovely wife. Oh! then what joys, what hopes were mine. Life seem'd a brighter heaven: But my wife eloped with her cousin Tom, And left me infants seven. Oh, the good old times! the good old times! Their like we ne'er shall see: The world was full of honest hearts, And life went merrily. MARCH [1838 [Illustration: MARCH,—S^t. Patrick's Day. ] [Sidenote: MARCH of Mind in the Privileged Classes: Marquess of W—— and other such asses. ⚹ ☿ ♏ ♀ ♊ ☽ ♂ ☌ MARCH of Musical Science also 'mong high and low, who jump Jim Crow; [Illustration] ♀ ♒ ♄ ☿ the force of taste ☍ ♈ ♀ ⚹ can no further go!] TAFFY'S ANNIVERSARY.