VANITY FAIR.

“Vanitas vanitatum” has rung in the ears

Of gentle and simple for thousands of years;

The wail is still heard, yet its notes never scare

Or simple or gentle from Vanity Fair.

I hear people busy abusing it — yet

There the young go to learn and the old to forget;

The mirth may be feigning, the sheen may be glare,

But the gingerbread's gilded in Vanity Fair.

Old Dives there rolls in his chariot, but mind

Atra Cura is up with the lacqueys behind;

Joan trudges with Jack,— is his sweetheart aware

What troubles await them in Vanity Fair?

We saw them all go, and we something may learn

Of the harvest they reap when we see them return;

The tree was enticing,— its branches are bare,—

Heigh-ho, for the promise of Vanity Fair!

That stupid old Dives! forsooth, he must barter

His time-honoured name for a wonderful garter;

And Joan's pretty face has been clouded with care

Since Jack bought her ribbons at Vanity Fair.

Contemptible Dives! too credulous Joan!

Yet we all have a Vanity Fair of our own;—

My son, you have yours, but you need not despair,

Myself I've a weakness for Vanity Fair.

Philosophy halts, wisest counsels are vain,—

We go — we repent — we return there again;

To-night you will certainly meet with us there —

Exceedingly merry in Vanity Fair.