[Illustration:
In cool grot and mossy cell.
]
Rent Day!—a day when all hearts most are rent
With torture—save, the heart of lusty Dan;
Then gets he that which makes him most content,
Rent from the ragged and rent-breeches man;
Bent upon rent, and all without remorse,
Yet Dublin deems the foul extortion fair,
And swears that, as he's ridden the high _Horse_
So long and well, she now will make him _Mayor_—
A Mayor who, though he makes of _Fifties_—cronies,
Yet has a most maternal love for _Ponies_.
[Illustration:
Leading the Van.
]
Star-gazing in season.
Yes! gaze, and cry, "My stars—all wondrous fair,
That, by your shining do behave as sich,"
Look up—you'll find your very soul is there
Look down—your body's rolling in the ditch!
[Illustration:
"The Beauty of the Heavens."
]