All proposed attending. Johnny, go and look around! Are they hither wending? Pretty girls I hope to see, Dear and guileless misses, Ignorant how sweet it is Giving tender kisses. Invitations all have had, All proposed attending. Johnny, go and look around! Are they hither wending? Women also I expect, Loving tow'rd their spouses, Whose rude grumbling in their breasts Greater love but rouses. Invitations they've had too, All proposed attending! Johnny, go and look around! Are they hither wending? I've too ask'd young gentlemen, Who are far from haughty, And whose purses are well-stock'd, Well-behaved, not haughty. These especially I ask'd, All proposed attending. Johnny, go and look around! Are they hither wending? Men I summon'd with respect, Who their own wives treasure; Who in ogling other Fair Never take a pleasure. To my greetings they replied, All proposed attending. Johnny, go and look around! Are they hither wending? Then to make our joy complete, Poets I invited, Who love other's songs far more Than what they've indited. All acceded to my wish, All proposed attending. Johnny, go and look around! Are they hither wending? Not a single one appears, None seem this way posting. All the soup boils fast away, Joints are over-roasting. Ah, I fear that we have been Rather too unbending! Johnny, tell me what you think! None are hither wending. Johnny, run and quickly bring Other guests to me now! Each arriving as he is-- That's the plan, I see now. In the town at once 'tis known, Every one's commending. Johnny, open all the doors: All are hither wending! 1815.* ----- THE RECKONING. LEADER. LET no cares now hover o'er us Let the wine unsparing run! Wilt thou swell our merry chorus? Hast thou all thy duty done? SOLO. Two young folks--the thing is curious-- Loved each other; yesterday Both quite mild, to-day quite furious, Next day, quite the deuce to pay! If her neck she there was stooping, He must here needs pull his hair. I revived their spirits drooping, And they're now a happy pair. CHORUS. Surely we for wine may languish! Let the bumper then go round! For all sighs and groans of anguish Thou to-day in joy hast drown'd. SOLO. Why, young orphan, all this wailing? "Would to heaven that I were dead! For my guardian's craft prevailing Soon will make me beg my bread." Knowing well the rascal genus, Into court I dragg'd the knave; Fair the judges were between us, And the maiden's wealth did save. CHORUS. Surely we for wine may languish! Let the bumper then go round! For all sighs and groans of anguish Thou to-day in joy hast drown'd. SOLO. To a little fellow, quiet, Unpretending and subdued, Has a big clown, running riot, Been to-day extremely rude. I bethought me of my duty, And my courage swell'd apace, So I spoil'd the rascal's beauty, Slashing him across the face. CHORUS. Surely we for wine may languish!