And, whilst thus inspir'd we sing,
Let all the streets with echoes ring,
Woods and hills, and every thing,
Bear witness we are merry.

A CARROL FOR A WASSEL-BOWL,

To be sung upon Twelfth-Day at Night, to the tune of "Gallants, come away."

If

any maidens be

Here dwelling in this house,

They kindly will agree

To take a full carouse
Of our wassel.

But here they let us stand
All freezing in the cold:
Good master, give command
To enter and be bold,

With our wassel.

Much joy into this hall
With us is entred in ;

Our master, first of all,
We hope will now begin
Of our wassel.

And after his good wife
Our spiced bowl will try ;
The Lord prolong your life,
Good fortune we espy
For our wassel.

Some bounty from your hands, Our wassel to maintain:

We'l buy no house nor lands

With that which we do gain
With our wassel.

This is our merry night

Of choosing king and queen, Then be it your delight

That something may be seen
In our wassel.

It is a noble part

To bear a liberal mind;
God bless our master's heart,

For here we comfort find,
With our wassel.

And now we must be gone

To seek out more good cheer,

Where bounty will be shown,
As we have found it here,
With our wassel.

Much joy betide them all,
Our prayers shall be still,

We hope and ever shall,

For this your great good will
To our wassel.

OLD CHRISTMAS RETURNED,

OR, HOSPITALITY REVIVED;

Being a Looking-glass for rich Misers, wherein they may see (if they be not blind) how much they are to blame for their penurious house-keeping, and likewise an encouragement to those noble-minded gentry, who lay out a great part of their estates in hospitality, relieving such persons as have need thereof:

"Who feasts the poor, a true reward shall find,

Or helps the old, the feeble, lame, and blind.”

To the tune of "The Delights of the Bottle."

All you that to feasting and mirth are inclin'd,
Come here is good news for to pleasure your mind,
Old Christmas is come for to keep open house,

He scorns to be guilty of starving a mouse :
Then come, boys, and welcome for diet the chief,
Plum-pudding, goose, capon, minc'd pies, and roast-
beef.

A long time together he hath been forgot,
They scarce could afford for to hang on the pot;
Such miserly sneaking in England hath been,
As by our forefathers ne'er us'd to be seen;
But now he's returned you shall have in brief,
Plum-pudding, goose, capon, minc'd pies, and roast-
beef.

The times were ne'er good since Old Christmas was

fled,

And all hospitality hath been so dead,

No mirth at our festivals late did appear,

They scarcely would part with a cup of March beer; But now you shall have for the ease of your grief, Plum-pudding, goose, capon, minc'd pies, and roastbeef.

The butler and baker, they now may be glad,
The times they are mended, though they have been
bad;

The brewer, he likewise may be of good cheer,
He shall have good trading for ale and strong beer;
All trades shall be jolly, and have for relief,
Plum-pudding, goose, capon, minc'd pies, and roast-
beef.

The holly and ivy about the walls wind,

And show that we ought to our neighbours be kind,
Inviting each other for pastime and sport,

And where we best fare, there we most do resort;
We fail not of victuals, and that of the chief,
Plum-pudding, goose, capon, minc'd pies, and roast-
beef.

The cooks shall be busied by day and by night,
In roasting and boiling, for taste and delight;