After the Battle

Night closed around the conqueror's way,And lightnings show'd the distant hill,Where those who lost that dreadful dayStood few and faint, but fearless still.The soldier's hope, the patriot's zeal,For ever dimm'd, for ever crost --Oh! who shall say what heroes feel,When all but life and honour's lost?The last sad hour of freedom's dream,And valour's task, moved slowly by,While mute they watch'd,

All In a Family Way

My banks are all furnished with rags,So thick, even Freddy can't thin 'em;I've torn up my old money-bags,Having little or nought to put in 'em.My tradesman are smashing by dozens,But this is all nothing, they say;For bankrupts, since Adam, are cousins,So, it's all in the family way.My Debt not a penny takes from me,As sages the matter explain; --Bob owes it to Tom and then TommyJust owes it to