And my kisses shall teach thy lips The love that shall fade no more Till the sun grows cold, And the stars are old, And the leaves of the Judgment Book un fold! SALLY IN OUR ALLEY. BY HENRY CAREY. Little is known of this English poet and musical composer except that he was born near the end of the seventeenth century-about 1693and that he is supposed to have committed suicide at London in 1743. He wrote several burlesques and farces, but is chiefly noted as the author of "God Save the King" and "Sally in Our Alley." Of all the girls that are so smart There's none like pretty Sally; Her father he makes cabbage nets, And through the streets does cry 'em; Her mother she sells laces long To such as please to buy 'em ; But sure such folks could ne'er beget She is the darling of my heart, Of all the days that's in the week I dearly love but one day— And that's the day that comes betwixt For then I'm drest all in my best Edward J. McPhelim, a singer of many sweet songs, became mute in 1896 at an age all too young. For several years he was dramatic and literary critic for "The Tribune," departments in which his rare critical ability and wonderful command of language found full scope. His poems, which have never been collected, contain fancies as poetic and delicate as any in the English tongue. The following, on Lamb and his sister, is significant, considering where McPhelim's last days were spent: Across the English meadows sweet, They know the hour of parting nigh, And, lo! against the sunset sky Looms up the madhouse gaunt and gray. He keeps the lonely lamp aglow, Before his heart had known despair. He waits till she may come once more Between me and this gentle book, Shining with humor rich and quaint, I lift my eyes, still brimming o'er With love and laughter-and there falls. Across the page forever more, The shadow of the madhouse walls! SONG. BY WILLIAM SHAKSPEARE. |