Or profits, or vails, the Charley cheer;
Then, alas! for his tender consort dear,
And his infant progeny!

"Farewell to the freaks of the jovial spark,
Who rejoiced in a gentle riot,--
To the midnight spree, and the morning lark,
There'll never more be any fun after dark,
And people will sleep in quiet.

"No more shall a Tom or a Jerry now
Engaging in fisty battle,
Break many heads and the peace;--for how,
I should like to know, can there be a row,
When there is ne'er a rattle?

"One cry no more on the ear shall grate,
Convivial friends alarming,
Who straightway start and separate,
Blessing themselves that it is so late;--
To break up a party is charming!

"But our ruthless foe wilt be punish'd anon;--
Bundled out without pity or parley,
His office and occupation gone,
Lost, disgraced, despised, undone,
Oh! then he'll remember the Charley."

Just then I beheld a Jarvey near,
Which on the spot presenting,