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tined to be her destruction-she ne- “ It was the pleasant season yet, ver came back. It was fine summer When stones at cottage doors weather, with a very fresh breeze. The Dry quickly, while the roads are wet, lover was to manage the sail ; and as

After the silver showers." I am no proficient in nautical terms, Let the shining stones be the smooth I can only blunderingly relate the disa cheeks of the child, and the roads the aster according to my conceptions of channelled features of the aged-and it. The lover sat with one arm round here were some of us youngsters in Mary's waist, and read on the same the pleasant season yet, in which the page of the book with her ; he held in silver showers of sympathy dry quickly, the other hand the sheet or rope which while the transition refused to take regulated the sail, and did not fasten place so easily beneath the wrinkled it to its proper place. In assisting to eyelids of our old guide, which still turn over a leaf, he let the rope fly were wet, and for a time he was not loose—a squall came on at that very

so light-hearted as before. Children, instant-the boat upset, and out of however, are restless animals ; nó the three, the brother only (from sooner was our campaigning dinner whom these particulars were heard) at an end, than we began to think was saved by regaining the overturned what might be done next. The glare boat, as it floated bottom upwards; of noon was over the beach--it was and the corpse of the hapless young too hot work to go again upon the woman was discovered some days af- sands—it would have been toil, inter, a great way off, upon the mud. stead of sport, again, Can it be wondered at, that, as a boy,

" with printless foot, I crept closer to the old mourner, aná To chase the ebbing Neptune, and to fly heard, with a full heart, the dismal

him story, which I knew so well before ?

When he comes back.” But, as I have said, it made more than So we wandered over the drawbridge an ordinary appeal to my sympathy; of the Castle, and lurked about under for I thought myself somewhat in the shade of its walls, peeping from volved in it by the circumstance of the time to time through the embrasures, book. Indeed the volume, young as

where the moving pictures we caught I was, was a thing not above my com- through them were heightened in efprehension, for it was one of a miscel- fect by the setting of the dark frame. lany, called the Pocket Magazine. I Carronades and pyramids of iron-balls, had read in the identical one so lost; and serpentlike coils of cordage, and and the gap in the set at home did the rest of the materiel of a fort, had then bring, and has often since brought, no very permanent attractions, even that fatal turning of the leaf full upon though our friendly old engineer was my imagination. Upon what a brittle now upon his own ground, and loquathread does our existence hang! The ciously descanted on many topics of warm pulses of youth, and love, and great interest to himself; such as the beauty, of high and undoubting hope, range of the guns, and

what execution and of passionate but innocent trans- would be done, if the French dared to port, were all stopt without a warn- sail in between the Needles, and much ing! Here sat two young creatures, of the same import. At last the tide this moment in fond belief that their began to give signs of serving our purcourse of life was as fair before them pose again ; our boat was seen afloat; as the sunny path upon the waves, and the old waterman who brought us over which their boat was dancing down, called out to us, as he hoisted the next moment, “ the rush of water his waistband with one hand, while he was on their souls !” Little bosoms scratched bis poll with the other, that heaved with sighs at the recital, and he could now take us back, if we had little eyes swam with tears in that inn- a mind for it. He only delayed while parlour-but the tears of childhood we collected our treasures, which with are proverbial for their rapid evapora- ourselves, being safely stowed, our tion; and, with reference to the pre- Charon pulled stoutly for my place of sent circumstance, I might allegorize sojourn, where a bubbling kettle for this pretty stanza which fixes the time tea, an ample milk jug, and a hot of year, in a little poem of my ac- hearth cake large as our appetite, quaintance,

awaited our return.

R. VOL. XV.

F

SONNET.
'Twas in those hours of Youth's delicious spring,

When not a cloud ’mid ether's depths can stray,

But Hope's fond vision sees it melt away,
And every gale bears fragrance on its wing-
I first adventured my weak hand to fling

O’er the sweet lyre, and pour'd a simple lay

To Her who held me in her secret sway-
Ah! all unworthy I those charms to sing !
Since then seven lustres--half a life !-have flown,
And many a meteor-blaze has flamed and fled,

And many a bright illusion charm’d and died !
-Still, still She sits upon my memory's throne,
Unchanged! with such effulgence round her shed,
Ill yet mine eyes the glorious scene abide.

F. R. S.

HORÆ CANTABRIGIENSES.

No. VIII.

DEAR CHRISTOPHER, It has struck me that Horace, the Buller further assures me, that as a Vates of old Rome, may have had a double of the Iliæ Mavortisque puer, prophetical reference, in his Donarem I have hit upon a right personage in pateras, &c. (Od. iv. 8.) to these later the “ Marchesa's son.” He throws in times. You shall judge of the extent a sly conjecture, that her Ladyship and closeness of the parallel from the may be rather hard upon her tenants following paraphrase, to which I have in these times, the dura messorum but little to premise.

ILIA. I rather take her to be oba You will observe, that I apply the scurely obumbrated as the Ilja nivota in the last line of the original to miùm querens. the devoted Cockneys, and the rates to

Yours, very truly, the vessels of the brewery immortali

W. SEWARD. zed by Peter Pindar-reading, by the Christ-Church, Oct. 29, 1823 by, Pindaridæ for Tyndaridæ : to the latter version our friend Buller P. S. You will give our common says, the quassas, quassia'd,” gives friend credit for some forbearance, irresistible sanction. Those, who re- when I tell you that he thinks it invicollect the part taken by the late Lord dious to press the word interest, as apLondonderry in early life on the ques- plied to the modern Hercules, or to tion of Reform, et similia, will rea- detail his very happy parallel of the dily admit him to be a fit represen- Twelve Labours: only hinting, that tative of Alcides, (quasi, All-sides.) in old Wood he had to encounter the The Liber of the last line I have tran- Boar of the Forest of Erymanthus; slated, “ The Book,” meaning, of that the Hydra is the radical “ beast course, your

Book. I am aware, that of many heads;" the Bull, any anit is usually construed, “ Bacchus.' tagonist Irishman you choose. M. A. Archdeacon Wrangham, I see, in his Taylor, one of the carnivorous Birds Version of the Lyrics, adopts the re- of the Stymphalides; and Hume the ceived interpretation ; and I will fair Dragon, guarding the golden apples ly own, that I was myself staggered of Hesperia, the island of the West. not a little by the preceding pampinus Other points of more painful resem-it is the nature, you will add, of blance he, in generous delicacy, whole the plant—till it occurred to me, that ly omits. His greatest difficulty was, it was most probably put ouvɛxdox*ws to find the “ golden-horned” equifor vitis, the ordinary instrument of valent in the Opposition, whether we castigation in the Roman armies. This apply it to the Cornu Copice, or to the instantly set all to rights. I claim your Cornu Conjugale. “ ben trovato.”

HOR. OD. IV. 8.
Gold would I give my friends, or plate-

Tureens for soup, epergnes for state
Or medals won at Cambridge, prizes
For Greek and Latin exercises ;
Nature's sweet scenes from Turner's easel,
Or breathing stone from Chantrey's chisel ;
Portraits and busts, by waggon-loads,
Of chieftains only less than Gods :-
Nor, Walter, should you bear the least
Of these rich bounties, were I blest
With plenty of such precious stuff-
But you've already quantum suff
Since then you say you like the chime,
For once I'll treat you with a rhyme:
And rhyme has merit now and then,
When Scott or Wordsworth wields the pen.
Nay—that I may not seem to flatter
If negatives will mend the matter,
Not thanks unanimously sent
By either House of Parliament;
Gazettes, whose page embalms the dead, ·
Or wreathes with bays the living head ;
Thy billows, Spain, with carnage dyed ;
Napoleon's menaces defied;
Boulogne's armada wrapp'd in flames,
Or bleeding Denmark's widow'd dames-
So everlastingly record
The memory of Trafalgar's Lord,
As can the Muse. If she her lyre
Unstring, the hero's deeds expire.
0, what were the Marchesa's son,
Had not the Post-bag of Tom Brown
Given him to fame? The Foet's breath,
Omnipotent, o'er-masters death.
Brook Watson, ʼmid West-Indian waves
By shark half-gorged, the Rolliad saves :
Sung by Tom Brown, at Congress-feast
Sits Castlereagh, a jovial guest:
By Pindar snatch'd from Lethe's tide,
old Whitbread's quassia'd vessels ride ;
And fools by satire kept alive,
Vine-scourged, in Blackwood's book survive.

Donum temne, Chlöe; latent in illa Lady, reject the gift : beneath its lid Clausæ pyxide Frausque, Erisque, et omne Discord, and Slaughter, and relentless Quod vastatque teritque. Tune terras

war, Monstris hisce iterùm dabis regendas ? With every plague to wretched man lie hid

Let not these loose to range the world afar.

Et ludos rejice, ut soles, jocosque : But, if you'll neither laugh nor play,
At me ludere, me sinas jocari.

At least don't stop me in my way.
Posset attamen innocenter una

Yet sure one moment you might steal, Spectandæ horula, tristis una, NEIL Æ To see the lovely Miss O'Neil : Insumi : eïa tantulum, nec ultrà ; One hour to relaxation give; Et vitæ breve pone id omne lucro.

Oh ! lend one hour from life--to live. Audin'? cantat avis : viden'? renident And here's a bird, and there's a flowerFlores_quin celeres morare passus.” Dear Duty, walk a little slower.”

“ Vixdum dimidium (gemit) rei, quam “ My morning's task is not half done,” In votis fuit exsequi, peractum est :

Cries Duty with an inward groan ; Falsi, quò trahis inscium, colores

« False colours on each object spread, Ludunt me undique, imaginesque falsæ. I know not whence, or where, I'm led ! Quæ jactas (stimulis sed, ah ! relictis) Your bragg'd enjoyments mount the wind, Venti gaudia differunt protervi !

And leave their venom'd stings behind. Quò me, quò rapis ?” Admonent strepen. Where are you flown ?"-Voices around tâm

Cry,“ Pleasure long hath left this ground ; Voces; “ Quam petis, evolavit : urget, Old Age advances ; haste away! Obrepens tacito gradu, Senectus :

Nor lose the light of parting day. Diem, dum licet, occupes fugacem. See Sickness follows, Sorrow threatsEn ! post terga premit mala Ægritudo, Waste no more time in vain regrets : Impendet Dolor--abstineto fletus :

O Duty ! one more effort given Uno, perstiteris, labore portæ

May reach perhaps the gates of Heaven; Cælestes pateant ; ibique amore

Where only, each with each delighted, Conjuncti Officium et simul Voluptas Pleasure and Duty live united !” Æterno parilique ament, amentur.”

Nov, 5, 1821.

BANDANA ON REPRESENTATION.

To Christopher North, Esq.
SIR,

This is curious,a renovation so The ready insertion which you gave singular, after a dissolution so general, to my former letters, has emboldened might almost justify me to call the me to address you, in the same free present state of the world a marvelstyle, on a more general topic. lous resurrection, if the phenomenon

I think, sir, that it is of some use were in substance what it is in seem. to myself, and may also be useful to ing—if it possessed that original life, others, to take, from time to time, a nature, and conformation, which bebird's-eye view of the state of public longed to the systein prior to the Reopinion, and to consider what has been volutionary destruction. But when resolved into principle, and what is we approach to examine it, the appastill but notion and sentiment. Pere rition passes from our grasp ; as we haps, for a long period of years, there advance it retires, and we are appalled has been no epoch at which this could when, instead of the living and practic be so advantageously done as the pre- cal being to which we were reverentialsent. The last embers of the Revolu- ly disposed to do homage as to a retionary conflagration, which so long stored and beloved object, we find it agitated and alarmed the world, have is but the phantom of a charnel-house, just been extinguished. Everywhere and that we are surrounded by the the ancient governments have been shreds of those honours, and the skerestored; throughout the whole of letons of those powers, which gave grace Christendom, such is the apparent and energy to the olden condition of resuscitation of the past, that it would man! puzzle one who was familiar with the Inaword, to consider the present apprevious state of Europe, but accident- pearance of the political state and relaally unacquainted with the events tions of the world as endowed with which have occurred in the interim, any substance or principle of vitality, to say

that any material alteration, be- would be to deny the influence of moyond what might have been anticipa- ral and of physical sensation ;, for ted from the progress of time and the statesmen to reason and to act now casualties of human life, has taken according to the maxims of their preplace in the frame of society since the decessors—that is, of those who were autumn of 1788.

in power before the French Revolu

a