To pass your time in sport and play,

For this is Hymen's holiday."

The days pass'd on, which pass'd too soon,
And form'd the happy honey-moon:

But, when that joyous time was o'er,
Things went on as they'd done before.

Syntax resum'd his former station, With all his native animation.

Again the Rect'ry he enjoy'd,

Again the studious hours employ'd;

Look'd on for pleasures yet to come,

And felt again that-HOME WAS HOME.

END OF

THE TOUR OF DOCTOR SYNTAX

IN SEARCH OF CONSOLATION.