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Not a drum was heard, nor a funeral note,
As his corse, to the rampart we hurried;
Not a soldier discharged his farewell shot,
O'er the grave where our hero we buried.
We buried him darkly at dead of night,
The fords(?) with our bayonets turning,
by the struggling moonbeams misty light,
And the lantern dimly burning.
No useless coffin enclosed his breasting
Nor in sheet nor in shroud we bound him;
But he lay like a warrior taking his rest,
With his martial cloak around him.-
Few-and short were the prayers we said,
And we spoke not a work of sorrow;
But we steadfastly gazed on the face of the dead,
And we bitterly thought of the morrow.
We thought as we believed his narrow bed,
And smooth'd down his lonely pillow,
That the foe and the stranger would tread o'er his head
And we far away on the billow.
Lightly they'll talk of the spirit that's gone,
And o'er his cold ashes upbraid him;
But nothing he'll reck if they let him sleep on,
In the grave where a Briton has laid him.
But half of our heavy task was done,
When the clock toll'd the hour for retiring
And we heard the distant trandone(?) gun,
That the foe was suddenly firing.-
Slowly and softly, we laid him down,
From the field of his fame fresh and gory
We carr'd not a line; we rais'd not a stone
But we left him alone with his glory
(Hayley)
The kiss, dear maid! thy life has left,
Shall never part from mine;
Till happier hours restore the gift,
Untained back to thine.
Thy parting lance which fondly beams,
An equal love may see;
The tears that from thine eyelid streams,
Can weep no change in me.
I ask no pledge to make me blest,
In ......ing when alone;
Nor one memorial for a breast
Whose thoughts are all thine own.-
Nor need I write - to tell the tale,
My pen were doubly weak;
Oh! what can idle words avail,
Unless the heart could speak.
By day or night in weal or woe
That heart no longer free;
Must bear the love it cannot show,
And silent ache for thee.
(Lord Byron)
We gaze on a billow with wonder and awe,
Swelling high as it threatens the shore
Till broken and lost, we forget what we saw,
And think of the billows no more.
So the pomp of the great, so the fame of the brave
So the treasures of glory and pride;
Though they mount on the floors, like the high ??
Like that too must ebb with the tide.
Three things give every charm to life,
And every grief control -
A mellow wine, a smiling wife,
And an untainted soul.
They tell me with their feelings bitter
That in your wealth your beauty lies;
And I believe them, for there glitter
Ten thousand diamonds as in your eyes.
A new Puzzle in praise of Women. (NOTE: When read in praise of women, the first and third lines, then the second and fourth must be read).
Happy a man may pass his life
While freed from matrimonial chains
When he is governed by a wife
He's sure to suffer for his pains.
What tongue is able to declare
The failings which in women dwell
The worth that fall to woman's share
Can scarce be call'd - perceptible.
In all the female race appear
Hypocrisy, deceit, and pride
Truth darling of a heart sincere
In woman never can reside.
They're always studying (?) to employ
Their time in vanity and pride
Their leisure hours in social joy
To spend is what all women hate.
Destruction take the men, I say
Who make the women their delight
Those who contempt to women pay
Keep prudence always in their sight.
Poets laureats with their patter,
Kings and princes love to flatter,
But 'tis now my Muse's pleasure
The majesty of man to measure.
My creed may be a vulgar joke, Sir;
That kings are made like other folk, Sir;
But whate'er you call the royal pale, Sir
Rex means neither good nor great, Sir.
Kings of Egypt were call'd Pharaoh,
'Cause they made their subjects bare O!
Those of Greece, with all their frother,
Corate proved and robb'd each other;
Rome had Tarquins, proved and haughty,
Whom Rome turn'd out for being naughty,
Their next crown'd head would Emperor be, Sir
Who seized mall, so they call'd him Caesar.
But why should we go to Greece or Rome, Sir?
Let us turn and look at home, Sir;
Which was the best we guarrel'd for man,
The Saxon, Dane or crafty Norman?
Billy the First was a queerish spark, Sir,
For he kept his subjects in the dark, Sir;
His son no game laros had, worse luck, Sir!
But the King was game, and was shot like a brief in (?)
Harry the First was a tidy scholar,
He would tell a crown from a Dollar;
Hal the Second looked quite sour,
When his wife found his mistress in woodstock bower
The bishop bullied him like a black guard.
And the Pope had a bull which made fag ....
His son, King Dick, bore as much as a pack ass,
And the Pope made John look like a Jackass.
Harry the Third was in pawn, no doubt, Sir,
Ned the First knocked the Welch about, Sir;
The Second was picked out as a woman' martyr,
The Third he pick'd up a woman's garter;
Dicky the Second, though a spoiler,
Was nearly spoiled by one Nat Tyler;
But he made the folks in Smithfield, stare, O!
When on horse back he made the first Lord Major.
Harry the Fourth came his cousin to own, Sir,
And cozen'd Richard out of his throne, Sir;
Harry the Fifth, though a rake at home, Sir,
Raked all France like a small-tooth-comb, Sir
Harry the Sixth, and the Ned's, were haunted
By Gloster's cry of "York you're wanted!"
But he sent them all to heaven, they say, Sir,
Though Dick himself went another way, sir.
Harry the Seventh, with a hop, step and jump, Sir
Mounted the throne, and turn'd out a ?????, Sir
The honours to Harry the Eight he gave; Sir,
Who though drawn King turned out a knave, Sir
He had so many odd tricks, that alack, Sir!
He shuffled his queen quite out of the pack, Sir
Mad Mary broiled folks at the stake, first
But Bess only broiled a steak for breakfast
Jamie the First such a nose had got, Sir
That he smelt out the powder plot, sir,
The next was Charles as the Almanahs says,
And he lost a kindgom all throught he taxes;
But this King's head when off and gone, sir,
Was as wise as that his son had on, sir,
And Jimmy, you know, was not liked much ????
So his crown they gave to Billy the Duchman.
Anne got fame for her flighting men, mark
And she was married to George of Denmark
And I suppose as he lived in Clover,
That brought so many of the Georges over;
But I mean neither spite nor spleen, Sir
Though I've drawn both King and Queen,
I only say from what is past, boys,
Lets hope the best are left for the last.
As o'er the oceans breast we throw
A floating, light, and lovely weed;
'Tis raised on high, then sinks below,
As sorrow o'er our joy succeed.-
First lifted in the foaming wave,
The sun illumes its heightened brow
Their, darkly sunk in blivion's grave,
All! all is hid in grief below.
(Poetical Souvenir)
Today man's drest in gold and silver bright
Wrapp'd in a shroud before to-morrow night
To-day he's feeding on delicious food,
To-morrow dead, unable to do good.
To-day he's nice and scorns to feed on crumbs,
To-morrow he's himself a dish for worms.
To-day he's honour'd and in vast colum,
To-morrow not a beggar values him.
To-day he rises from the velvet bed,
To-morrow lies on one that's made of lead.
To-day his house though large, he thinks but small,
To-morrow no command, no house at all.
To-day has forty servants at his gate,
To-morow scorned, not one of them will wait.
To-day perfum'd as sweet as any rose,
To-morrow stinks in every body's nose;
To-day he's grand, majestic, all delight,
Ghastly and pale before tomorrow night.
True, as the Scripture says, "man's life's a span"
The present moment is the life of man.
In those remote, forgotten times
We never hear of but at college,
Yelept the golden age in rhymes,
Because of gold it no knowledge.
When laws were fre and lawyers none,
To give to simple words a sly sense,
A law there was a solemn one,
No marriage without Cupid's licence.
How happy then was human life,
How worthy of a poet's blessing;
when all the days of man and wife
Were spent in loving and caressing!
And yet in time complaints were made,
For mortals ever will be grumbling;
"Brothers, beware," a croaker said,
"The social edifice is humbling.
"For marriage here so rare is grown,
We can't keep up our population."
Malthus's book was then unknown,
So on one though fo reputation.
Indeed the counsel was well meant,
Not quite untrue the world grew vicious-
And Cupid never gave consent
to join the old and avaricious
And gave, by his celestial nod,
Joint powers of licensing to Plutus.
But Love swore men should rue the day,
They first shook off his sweet dominion;
Now Love could do as well as say,
Nor spared his bow, nor flagged his pinion.
To prove Sir Cupid kept his word,
Needs not alass my tecious rhyming;
Flames of all sorts are now preferr'd
To that which comes from torch of Flymen.
Ah! hapless days of human life,
Ah! days of wretchness and fury!
When the de facto man and wife,
Differ so much from the de jure.
Would we might olden times restore,
And call past ages with a wish up-
Marriage should flourish as of yore,
And Cupid be the sole Archbishop!
Pray lend your aid and leave some relic here
To friendship precious, and to memory dear.
Behold this ruin! twass a skull
Once of etherial spirit, full!
This narrow cell was life's reheat;
This space was thought's mysterious seat!
What beauteous pictures filled this spot,
What dreams of pleasure long forgot!
Nor love, nor joy, nor hope, nor fear,
Has left one trace or record here!
Beneath this moul'dring canopy
Once shone the bright and busy eye-
But start not at the dismal void!
Is social love that eye employ'd;
If with no lawless fire it gleam'd,
But through trhe dew of kindess beam'd!
that eye shall be for ever bright
When stars and suns have lost their light!
Here, in this silent cavern hung
The ready, swift,a dn tuneful tongue
If falsehoods ooney it distain'd
And where it could not praise was chain'd;
If bold in virtues cause it spake
Yet gentle concord never brake;
That tuneful tongue shall plead for thee,
When death unveils eternity.
Say, did these fingers delve the mine,
Or with its envied rubies shine?
To hew the rock or wear the gem,
Can nothing now avail to them
But if the page of truth they sought,
Or comfort to the mourner brought,
These hand a richer meed shall claim
Than all that wait in welath or fame!
Avails it whether bare or shod
These feet the path of duty had?
If from the bowers of joy they fled,
To soothe afflictions humble bed;
If grandeur's guilty bribe they spurned,
And home to virtues hap returned;
These feet with angel's wings shall vie,
And head the pallce (sic) of the sky.
On a stone pedestal against the Inn at Goodwood in Sussix, is the Lion, carved in wood, which adorned the head of Commodore Anson's ship, the Centurion during the circumnavigation of the glove. It has the following inscription:
Stay Traveller awhile and view
One who has travelled more than you,
Quite round the globe; in each degree,
Anson and I have ploughed the sea;
Torrid and frigid zones have passed,
And safe ashore arrived at last,
In ease and dignity appear,
He in the House of Lords - I here.
The rose looked so blooming, so lovely and sweet,
And shed such a fragrance around
I stooped and I plucked it, when, lo! at my feet,
Its treasures lay shrew'd on the ground,
I had pluched it so gently, "and whence then," I cried
Is the cause of this roseate shower?"
When, lo! in its petal, a canker, I spied,
Which had ruined the beautifull flower.
Thus we oft see in life, the yound and the fair
Laid low in their beauty serene,
By the canker of love, of disease, and of care,
That had preyed at their heart core unseen.
Fond memory's flower, of asure die,
permit thy bard one boon to crave;
When in Death's narrow bed I lie,
Oh bloom around my humble grave.
And if some tender, faithful friend.
Should, led by love, approach the spot,
And o'er thy flowers admiring bend,
Then say for me, "For-me-not".
(Mirror)
"Who Is Not Governed By The Word Led!"
(Mart Scribs)
Are we not led in leading strings,
As through this world we trot?
The ass and the newly married man
Are bride-led, - are they not?
Our habits are diseased in truth,
And lest we die an d rot,
Our pulse, by doctors sage and grave,
is fee-led, - is it not?
The young, the aged, and the prime,
Have leading features got:-
A pack horse and an old man sure
Are sad-led, - are they not?
Subjects and things are held in power,
Whate'er their destined spot,
For cats and dice, in spite of mice,
Are rat-led, - are they not?
Let nobles shrink-we find them out,
In mansion, straw, or grot,
For they like swin,e though dressed so fine
Are syt-led, - are they not?
In fashion's circule- 'tis the same
Attraction, chance, or lot:-
A smart coquette and tinder-box
Are spark-led, - are they not?
But I must not so far be led;
A period is a dot -
A lover and a blundered
are grove-led, - are they not?
Lo! for the chase or crumbled lips
The mouth's lid to a trot:-
A race-horse and a frightn'd girl
Are start-led, - are they not?
But hold - I draw my verses in,-
Or you will answer - what!
Readers, like bees, are feb by hums,
And humb-led, - are they not?
(Literary Chronicle)
The rose, alas! thy guardian hand
Saved yesterday from dying,
Pale, wan, and withered from its stem,
Is now in ruins lying;
But the fond flower, to then she still
Was grateful, e'en in death.
Her blushes to thy cheek bequeathed,
Her perfume to thy breath.
How soon is Beauty's work complete!
A glance secures a slave:
When Beauty's regal steps they meet
How humbly bend the brave.
And Beauty deign's no look but one,
One makes the conquest sure:
Her locks outshine the lucid dawn,
And bid her power endure.
How true the winning words appear,
On Beauty's lips that dwell,
When Beauty's voice enchants the ear,
No wisdom breaks the spell.
Alas! beating heart is lost,
As I on beauty gaze,
Amid a sea of passions lost,
I follow all her ways.
(Oriental Herald)
Of all situations which open to the aspiring mind of youth, none is so interesting; so fraught with conflicting feelings, as the first entry of a young novice on board a ship of war. "Tis like bursting into a new world, yet without quitting the old one. The day on which my inauguration took place, happened to be the anniversary of the Kings Birthday. The Captain permitted me to accompany him in his own boar, and when we reached Spithead, the ships, dressed in their gayest colours commenced saluting. The barge shot through the azure wave,, and swept up alongside the Albtion. The boatswain's shrill pipe sounded, and four lads sprung over the side to extend the gangway man-ropes. So I followed up the captain, and found the officers on the quarter-deck uncovered, the mariners drawn up with presented arms, and the band playing "Rule Britannia" to salute their brave commander.
"This is a young friend of mine, (said Captn --- presenting me to the first lieutenant,) I hope you will find him all you can wish. And now, Sir you may go and visit your future companions."
"Mr Evans (said the furst lieutenant, calling to a midshipman on the harbour side of the deck, whose weekly account had been fresh pipe-clayed, and who was now employed in brimming the collar of his ???, so that his eye just peeped point blant above it) - Mr Evans." "Sir" (repleid the cock-piel beau, touching his hat.) "As soon as you have done adjusting your lee-boartds, and bows'd all taut, take this gentleman round the ship, and then intorudce him to your messberth." - "Aye, aye, Sir, aye, aye", said Evans; and in a lower tone, "I'll show him the lions;" - and away we went together.
After examining the wonders of the wooden world, and swallowing as many marvellous stories as would fill a vulume, we descended to the cockpit and were guided by the glimmering rays of a candle to the midsshipman's berth. "Allow me to introduce Mr B" said my conductor; pushing open the door, and thrusting me in. "Hallo! why, Evans, what guilpin have you got there? exclaimed a squat, tawny figure, who was nearly enveloped in smoke and stifled in grease. "Tis a new messmate," squaked a little younster. "A new messmate! (replied the other) then let's have a survey," taking down from a nail the frame of what had ??? been a large and beautiful mirror, and raising it to his eye by way of a quizzing glass, he uttered a yell, that filled me with horror. "Evans, (said he) Evans, I'm fainting at the sight! Bear a hand on deck, and order the captain to man the boat and send him ashore again directly." - "Halloo!, shipmate don't lag astern! (said Evans, pushing me forward) - don't mind that old swab; 'tis only Tim Bucket, the blind fidler," - "Me blind! (rejoined the other, flourishing his pipe in a tragical manner;) you know that you are Brutus that spake this, or by the gods this speech were else your last;" and down he sat.
I was now literally hauled into the berth, and place by the side of this terric being. "Let's took at your teeth," said he. It was complied with. "Ha, I ghought so! teech like a shark - eat more in a day than I could chew in a month. They, boy-you boy! - "Yes, Sir," replied a miserable looking object, poking his head in at the berth door. "Go, you rascal, and lock the head-bag up, or we shall soon have a southerly wind in it." Then turning to me, "Here, Sir, take this card with my compliments to the purser's steward, and ask him to measure your mouth for a spoon and bear a hand, d'ye hear? for the burge is almost ready; there'll not be much to share when the doctor's mates come out of the sick bay!- "Which way am I go to?" inquired I, I can't find the stairs." However the boy of the mess was ordered to attend me to the midshipmans of the watch, who directed me to the purser's steward. He sent me to the cook; the cook dispatched me to the boatswain's yeoman, and he again to the carpenter's mate for a two-foot rule. I now bid fair to make a complete tour of the ship, and run the gauntlet through all the petty officers; but the gunner understanding my difficulty, appresed me of the trick, as one to which all frest cowers were exposed; advising me to bear it patiently, and give joke of rjoke. Again I descended, "Well have you got your spoon?" enquired my tormenter. "No" replied I. "No" repeated he, starting; upon his feet "How's that?" "Ask the gunner," - Here doctor, (turning to a houng man of pleasing countenance) - There, doctor you must open a vien for him: but no, no avail! Where's the cobbing-board? I understand the art of flay-bottom-he best. Aye, aye, my spark, two dozen for impertenance to your superior officer. Here's a greenhorn hasn't been caust above two hours, comes Westminster Hall over me already, but I'll soon make you a subject for dissertion." - "Who is this yound gentleman?" inquired the assistant surgeion. "Who! why its some great man in disguise come to sea to wear his old clothes out. HOwever, give us your fist, my boy - don't sit mute; "and he grasped my ahnd like a smith's vice 'till I roared with anguish, to the great diversion of all present? "here (continued he) take hold of the grog" handing it across the table. I was unwilling to let slip so favourable an opportunity of having good fellowship, and courting for bearance, so took the glass; but hasn't time to convey it to my lips before it was hastily snatched away. "There, there, that's enough, you must only smell it. I never allow anyone to drink with me." the wardroom steward now appeared with an invitation from the first lieutenant to dinner. This was a very favourable relief, and very gladly accepted. O how different was my reception here! - "The feat of reason and the flow of soul." The remainder of the day passed away with much pleasantyry and at ten o'clock I again descended, with a palpitasing heart, to my hammock. Recollections of my parents, of my home, of my friends, now rushed upon my mind, as I surveyed the dark and gloomy place which was to be my future abode. If doubly embittered the moment, and I was near playing,t he infant with my eyes; but the sentry opening his lantern to action his lamp, a gleam danced upon the bright buttons of my uniform, and instant conviction flashed upon my mind, that manly fortitiude was the characteristic of a British Sailor. Advancing towards my swinging bed I stripped and desirous of shewing my agility, made me spring into its poor novice! over it went, down I came, breaking my shins upon the cable. A burst of laughter echoed from tall sides "A clean capsize, by Jove" said one. "Strong gales and squally," cried another. "Foundered in the lee-scuppers" said a thrid. "Down the glim" cried a fourth and instantly we were in total darkness. I reproached them with bitterness of heart for their ungenerous treatment of a stranger and received in reply a whole bucket of cold water. Roaring with all my might for some time, I had at last the satisfaction of seeing someone descending the main hatchway, with a lantern. "Halloo!" cried the old quarter master (climbing over the cables) Halloo! what pig's stuck here? Another such a squall would rouse old Davey, and make him twist your nect into granny knots." The words were scarcely uttered when down he went, an old sail having been thrown over him from above, and all was again in total darkness. "Ha yu scape grace! (cried old Harry struggling) - "Hal you scape ge grace! You'll come to the gangway someday for your tricks, you will! Halloo! Sanders! Halloo! Turn out, man, and lend us a hand." Devil smaah me, if Sanders gans a foot I canna be fashid. If you play on kittens, you must for.... unto be scratched; but here's Paddy Howard - rouse him batman, turn him out.! OOch, by my conscience, (cried Pat), you're a raft headed swab, so you are. Faith, and I'll turn out without calling. Airah, where are you, jewel?"
"Here I am", said Harvey.
"By the toe of my grandfather, and so you are: and now I'll go and fetch a light."
"Aye, aye, bear a hand," Pat was some time about during which the old man swore, raved, and growled, with all the sublime pathos of a bear. At last the light appeared. "Bear a hand with the glim, you bag-trotter, do." He was obeyed; and though I was drenched ot the skin and shivering with cold sitting ahore the muddy cable, yet to have kept from laughing at the scene which presented itself was utterly impross....
'Was not till near movrning that I closed by weary eyes and forgot all my cares and troubles in a sweet refreshing slumber.
(Written by a Lady)
............., si scires union be a temporace menseur,
Rites, cum more sit forsitara, una a dies.
Translation
Didnt thou, oh thoughtless mortal, know
Thy time so quiet this earthly scene,
How would thine eyes with heart o'erflow,
Though months or years should intervene,
Yet carless of the dread event,
Thou talkest and laughtest thy hours away,
Whyen conquering death may have been sent
To summon thee from hence - today.
As lovely Nature once explored
Her cave of treasuers, rich and rare,
The miss'd of female charm'd a hoard
Enough to form a thousand fair.
to love the goddess quickly flew,
And plainly told him her belief
Indeed, conviction, that he knew
The person that had been the thief.
Scarece ended was her tale of woe,
Ore roguish lvoe the goddess lift,
And speeding straight to one I know,
Abruptly charged her with the theft.
The trembling maid denied, with grief,
But Cupid had a judgement sound
"'Tis plain;" he cried, "That you're the thief,
For on you all the goods are found.":
There is a flower I love so well,
That grows within my garden plot,
My willing pen its name shall tell,
The lovely blue 'Forget-me-not'.
'Tis not within the rich man's hall,
But near the honest peasants cot,
There grows that lovely flow'ring we call
The modest blue 'Forget-me-not'.
It does not boast a rich perfume
The rosebuds glory it has not got;
It does not want a warmer bloom,
The brilliant blue 'Forget-me-not'.
Through life I've loved this simple flower,
Nor ever be its name forgot,
In prosp'rous time or adverse hours,
The humble blue 'Forget-me-not'.
And should I die an early doom
Let no false tears my mem'ry blto,
But let there spring around my tomb,
The azure blue 'Forget-me-not'.
(Robin's Pocket Mag)
There once was an Emporor (so says my story,)
Not so fond of his ease as he was of his Glory;
Dwelt near him an Abbot, who (rightly enough
To my fancy) dem'd Glory but flatulent stuff.
The first was a Warrior, nursed in the field
And had oft for a pillow, made use of his shield
On black bread and water contented to dine,
But seldom he tasted a drip of good wine.
Such lift had ill suited the man of the gown;
For he always reposed on the softest of down,
Like the full moon his face, as became his vocation
Which betray'd but few symtoms of mortification.
Why, or wherefore, I know not, but leave you to judge
The Emperor ow'd oru good Abbot a grudge.
So returning one day from his usual ride
Reclined in his arbour the priest he espied.
And checking his steed in his fullest career
He accosted the servant of Christ with a sneer
Holy father how fare ye? those guellers of sin
Long fasts, I perceive do not make a man their ......
Since your life must be dull an dyour passtimes are few
You will thank me for finding you something to do
Your worships vast learning we all of us know
Nay 'tis rumoured Sir Priest you can hear the grass grow.
That such talents should rust, were a pitty indeed
So you three exquisite riddles to read
to each of my questions, (as surely you can Sir)
At the end of three months, you will find the true answer.
With my corwn on my had, in my costliest robe
When I sit on my throne with my sceptre and glow
Resole me, most learned of porclates on earth,
How much, to a farthing, ghy Emperor's worth.
"The problem I vex to your widsom propoun
Is how long it would take me to ride the world round
To a minute compute it, without more or less
For this is a trifle you'll easily guess!
"And thou I expect you to tell me my thoughts
When next to my present Lord Abbot you're brought
And whatever it be, it must prove a delusion,
Some error in judgement, or optic illusion!
"Now unless you should answer these questions I ....
Your Lordship the last of your Abbey has seen,
And I'll have you paraded all over the land
On the back of an ass, with his tail in your hand.
Off gallop'd the autocart, laughing outright,
And left the goodman in a sorrowful plight-
Alarm'ed and confounded, his anguish was such
That no thief on his trail o'er trembled as much,
In vain he appealed to both Humour and Gotha
But they could not assit him a single iota,
And though he had feed, all the facilties round him
The faculties left him as wise as they found him.
Now time, the impostor, was it his old bricks
Turning hours into days and the days into weeks,
Then weeks into months, - till the time was at hand
Assign'd by the despots capricious command!
Wtih musing and feeling, ground down to the ....
He wander'd about in the fields, all alone;
And, in one of these rambles, when most of a loss
On his shepherd, Hans Beudix, he happen'd to cross.
"Lord Abbot,! cried Hans, "I guess all is not right!
Why so clouded that brow, which, till late, was so bright
To you're faithful Hans Beudix vouch safe to my ...
The trouble tha inwardly preys on your heart!"
"Alas my good Beudix, the Emperor's grace
Has made thy poor masters a pitiful case!
He has given me three pestilent cobmits (?) to crack,
Would puzzle old Nick with his dam and his back!
For the first, when array'd in his costliest robe,
On his throne, with his crown and his sceptre & globe,
Mut I the must lucless of prelate on earth,
Compute, to a farthing, his Highness's worth!
The problem he, secondly designed to propound
Is how long it would take him to ride the world round
And this to a minute, without more or less;-
He said, it was a trifle quite easy to guess!
"And, last he expects me to tell him his thoughts
When next to his Highness presence I'm brought,
And, whatever it be, it must prove a delusion,
Some error in judgement, or optic illusion!
"And unless I his precious connundruires explain,
He swears I shall ne'er see my Abbey again;-
And he'll have me paraded all over the land,
On the back of an ass, with his tail in my hand!
"What, no more?" quoth Hans Beudix - "there with me an ape,
If I don't get you reverenance out of this scrape.
Jut lend me your mantle, your crozier and mitre
And you'll find that old Beudix may still bite the biter!
It is true in book-learning I'm not very far gone,
Not a whit do I know of you Hther... again,
But old mother nature has given me that,
Which the greatest of scholars can't always come at!"
My Lord Abbott's countenance rose as he spoke
And to Beudix he handed his mitre and cload;
Who, arm'd with the crozier, repair'd to the Court,
Assuming his Masters right reverend part.
The Emperor, clad in his costliest rob,e
On his throne, with his crown, and his sceptre, and globe,
Thus addressed him:- "Thou wisest of Proltes in Earth,
Resolve, to a farthing, how much I am worth."
"For thirty six dollars the Saviour was sold,
And with all your gay trappings of purple and gold,
Twenty nine is your price you'll not take it aright
If I judge that your value must fall short of his!"
"So, So,! thought his Highness, "the priest has me there
I own, my Lord Abbot, the answer is fair -
Did greatness e'er swallow so bitter a pill:
But like it, or not, I must sallow it still!
"And, now for a quetion your learning shall probe:-
How long would it take me to ride round the globe.
To a minute comptue it, without more or less,
You'll easily solve it, my lord as I guess!"
"If your Highness will please just to get on your horse,
With the rise of the sun, and pursue the sand course,
Keeping always beside him a million to one
But in two dozen hour's the whole business is done!"
"Are you there my old fox, with your ifs and your ...
But I need not remind you they've not pots or pans;
Else tinkers would thrive, as I learned from my nurse;
Still the answer shall pass, for it mgith have been worse!."
"And now for the poser - mind what you're about;
For the donkey's at hand, and shall straight be brought out,
What think I, that's false? Tell me that if you can,
Here you shall not come off with an if or an an."
"If I read not your thought, you may fry me for bacon:-
In which thought my Dear ...., you are shrewdly mistaken!
You think me the Abbot - but I as you'll find,
Wtih all true submission am - Beudix his hind!"
"What the D----l! at thou not the Abbot of Quince
By my soul thou hast fairly out witted thy prince,
This the cowl, makes the monk, as I've heard people say:
So Illl dub thee Lord Abbot from this very day!
For the former incumbent, an insolent sod!
On dappled horse withers please God he shall trott
"Under fabour, great Sir, I can handle a crook,
But, alas! I'm no very great hand at my book,
I ne'er went to school, and no latin have I -
Not so much as you'd write on the wing of a fly!"
"Is it so my good fellow? Then, more is the pity
So think thee of some other thing that may fit ye
Thy wit hath well pelased me; and it shall go back
I Hans .... miss its, .................."
"If such the conditons, the boon that I ask
Will prove to your Highness no difficult task,
Is your favour again, on my knees I implore,
That your Highness will fill as my good Lord to restore."
The Sovereign replied, - "As I hope in God's grace
The heart of Hans Beudix is in its right place,
Thy master, for me, shall his mitre enjoy,
And long may he wear it - so tell him Old Boy.
Literary Coronet 1825
I have noted many a time
Author's skilled in prose and rhime
Who a strict resemblance find
To this insect of mankind.
Often have I pondered on
That unfair comparison
Tue the buttefly is gay,
Vain and idle in his play;
Nay perhaps he thinks no less
Than a caxcomb of hiss dress;
True, he roves from bower to bower
True, he kisses every flower,
Qutting that he most desired
For another more admired:
Never fixing, always changing,
Ever wandering, ever ranging,
So far is resemblance seen
Men and butterflys between.
But when men successful plead,
Wide he publishes his deed;
Trumpets forth the victums shame
Boasts his power, and blasts her fame,
While the fickle butterfly
Has this one good quality;
(Everything save man has some)
Though unfaithful he is dumb!
Byron 1880
Small, fragile weed, while thus I view
Thy softest tints of constant blue,
I pray, in life, what'er my lot,
May those I love "Forget-me-not".
When parting from the friends I lov'd,
My beating heart with anguish mov'd;
While fro the shore the vessel shot,
They each exclaimed, "Forget-me-not"
When last I left my native plain,
Perhaps never to return again.
Each tree and shrub, on that dear spot
Appeared to say, "Forget-me-not".
From this thou little lonely weed
My love for thee does all proceed,
To gaze on thee will bring to thought,
That those I love, "Forget-me-not".
Mirror
In summers days, when summers skies shine bright,
Love came to me with archly smiling mien,
A butterfly his infant hands between:
"And, Oh!" he cried "survey this form so light,
It's beauteous azure wings tipped o'er with white;
It beams pleasure, gay and sweet, I ween,
Is not like me this lovely being seen,
Do we not both to ....... joys invite?"
"True, true, fair Love! I answered, "and add this
In nought so much art thou resembling seen
This emblem fair fo immortality;
Than that when caught like it your beauties ....
Having like ti, assured too credulour men
Of immoraility, like it you see!"
Bijou 1829
--- :Rude am I in speech,
And little of this great world can I speak
More than pertains to feats of broil and battle."
On advancing to the gates, I observed by friend that with four or five little urchins drawn up in a line, each with a broomstick or a mop-handle, goind through the various evolutions of the drill ground. He was in the first position for facing to the right, and the youngsters, with mouths and eyes wide open, were wataching the motion. Though seventy winters had spent their storms upon his head, he stood erect and firm, and at that moment would have been a fine study for the artist. "To the right, face!" said he. It brought him full in my front his hand was flourished to his hat in an instant, and from a countenance expressive of command it changed to one of the most lively pleasure.
"Oh, joy to the hour that I see your honour again! Saith, but delight is baleing the roll upon the drum of my heart, and every swate sensation is answering hte muster." The children were now charging each other in front and rear, which annoying the vereran; "brick be aisey, and don't be making such a bababos,- double quick time, march!" and off they set as wild as young colts. "Are any of these yours? enjuired I. "Oh ni, yur honour; when the turf covers poor old Pat, his name will become extinguished. But see at you gassoon, ot it makes my heart ake to look t him, for he has never a friend in the world, nor in Ireland eather, sure and beside myself your honour. Sure isn't he a darling of a a boy, and the very image of my own dear Norah. "Come here Casey and spake to the gentleman, don't stand rubbing your pate there. Run off, you ragged rascle, and let his knours alone; don't stand grubbing there with your hen toes, like a pig in a p....tee garden. Faith, but he's off; and now perhaps your honour would like to know a little of his history, seeing that it makes a figure in my own. But first I'll go back to the end, and so tell you straight forward in a circulous manner, that we mayns't set out in a round about way. Sure and wasn't it at Monte Videa that you left me last? And faith I might have staid there till death, and longer, but they ordered me up for Boney's Airs. In that was a terrible consarn, so it was, and many have fellows lost their billet for these Spaniards had an ugly knack of knocking th wounded upon the head after they were lilt. Sure wasn't I one of the party that stormed the Pizzelaro del Tow Row, where the buill fight, and didn't we make a big full of ---: for how could we get them your honour, seeing there was not even the spoke of a ladder by way of a staircase? Ah, then poor lad trembled down with a would I got in the heart; and then I thought of dare little Ireland and Norah; and so I struggled to get up again; but all was of no use till I fainted with the loss of blood, and there I lay as spackeless and as comical as possible. Well, when I woke I heard a soft sweet voice spaking to me in broken English, - it was just like Norah;s, your honour, - and so I opened my daylights to take a peep at the angel, for I thought it was her own dear self come in a phantomical way to check my speirit, - about to guess this worls of trouble,- only I couldn't make out the brogue; but not a soul did I see, saving and except a young officer, in the uniform of a Spanish bussar, kneeling by my side, and feeling my pusle which was now beating the dead march. The nature (creature) started when I shew'd say prepers, and the cap flew from its head, oh I shall never forget to remember that same; fot it was a woman, your honour, and a noble one too; and though French by birth, a countryman of my own, seeing that she'd married the son of the sodd. A fact ........... O'G a nature of the Isle of France and married Sir Captain Oly - borther of the Counsellor of that name.
Long life to her, whether she's dead or alive for her kindness to poor Pat for didn't she have me carried by the Vicroys's servants to snug quartes where my would was dressed and the ball distracted, faith, and she did, your honour, and many more beside me, for after the battle having a regard for the poor brave scudger, and knowing that many lay bleeding on the ground, she put on the regimentals of a Captain of Hussard, as one of the generals aid-de-camps and rode through the scenes of carnage to shop the murderer's hands. Ah wasn't she a darling of a soul! Ac General B---- , your honour, for he knew her well, by token - buts that's none of my business to ntoice, only 'twas wispered, a ssoftly as a pale of bells, that they found his image in way work, all alive and kicking, your honour. But the worst of it was the loss of our colours that having dangling in the church of San Nicholas, where the brave Sir Samuel A-- by had suffered so much; but that was a bad job to make most of it and all through treachery and cowardice, your honour, bad manners to his _______________. But the coulours! Ah didn't they stick in my gizzard, sure and so I spoke a word or two about it to my auld comrade. Corporal Black ch... him as pucky locala the stains.
"What's to be done?" says he "Norah, recently walk off with them?" says I "How's that?" says he. So seeing he'd no likeing to the matter, I was obliged to close my chatter box , and soon after we sailed down the river.
Well about two years afterward an ill wind blow'd me there again, and I coulnd' help going to take a sly peep. Oh didn't I get into a big rage, sure, when they struck like a blight wupon my eyes. Oh Paddy, syas I, twig'em, and take shame to yourslf for not disloding them from their heights and so it bothered me night and day, your honour, that I couldn't sleep a wink, nor ever cease to think of it while waking.
Well one evening Jerry Driscol and myself were ashore, taking a sap of nature. Jerry was a both of a boy, and knew that two and two made five whe his own ugly mug was shoved in to balance the account. He was a blue jacket, your honour, belonging to a sloop of war.
"Arrah, Jerry" says I, "shall we do the thing?" - Faith and we will, syas he, "and the more, by token that they have stuck the bawling up, 'as indeed thy had, your honour, with RMB on its for Royal Marine Battalion. So when night came, off we set, and got safe into the middle of the centre of the church, and clapped oursleves in ambush out of sight, where nobody could see us. About midnight "now" says I "Jerry's the time; yu must mount a-reve- only take care the rope don't get round your neck. Well, just as we was going to begin, we heard the most terriblest noise and what should ti be but one of the padres, who had been sipping the supersainturn and falter a step in the sentry box - the confessional box I mean. Bad manners to him for shellling his daylights and prying into other men's affairs!
Oh, your honour he roared like a Pope's Bull but he was as big as three moderate sized aldermen. "Arrah he arises" says Jerry, giving him a thump in his rot-undertry which would have held a cathedral,- "Can't you behave, yourself, jewel?"
This imp he went again; it sounded like a big drum or a chinese gong. "Tuzzy muzzy wow, and be quiet then! says Jerry fetching him another poke in middle aisle, that made the steeple falter. the sentry peeped in, Jerry twigged him, and cached the friar round the neck, and down they rolled together both roaring with all their might. It struck me comical - I couldn't tell what to make of it "Arrah, Jerry" says I "don't you want to get up?"
"O the murthering rascal!" says he, "don't you see how he's using me!" and indeed your honour, the padre was hold bowing him with both his fists. I ran to assist, but aa sargeant and guard entered.
"Arrah Paddy" says I "itls over with yu now; we shall both be .... for fell-de-see.
"What's the matter here," says the sargant - for ihe was a countryman, your honour, that had deserted from whitelock's army, as indeed, there were hundreds more - "What's the matter here?"
"On by my conscience" says Jerry, jumping afraid touching his cap. Mr Sargeant but that same fellow is a thumping rogue, so he is ... "Be aisey, syas the sargeant; and so the speaks to the padre in broken Spanish and tells him to get up, and the soldiers lever'd him up with their firelocks. And theen he tells them a long story about his being asleep, and dreaming that someobdy was trying to stale the Virgin Mary, and that San Nicholas tweaked his nose, and he woke and catched as it its "Do you hear that?" says th Sargeant.
"Faith and I do," says Jerry "buty some.. the dilly bull do I understand at all at all; all I know of the matter is that sire, even passing by and heard hte poor gentleman hollowing; so we ran in, and thinking he'd got the cramp in the stomach, I rubbed his eminence a little when the ungrateful rascal knock'd me down and threw himself on the top of the outside of me, and I'm almost mam'd to a jammy - arrah no, jamm'd to a mammy - och botheration, its jamm'd to a mummy, ......
"But what's that rope?" says the sargeant pointing to it. "Oh the sinner! says Jerry, ":and sure he was going to hang himself, but didn't like it. Faith but it's all evident now, Mr Sargeant, and we've saved his life! However, your honour they marched us off to the guard house, Jerry and I, and there we staid till morning light, our hearts beating the tattoo all the time, for we'd no great relish to the mines for life. But joy behoe the friar, he made it out to be a mercy-kill, and so we were released for hte honour of San Nicholas, spite of the ......ucks he got in his confroration that owuld have held all the common council-men in London; and so the colours hang there till this time, unless they've taken them down . Jerry's in Green-itch, and here's poor Pat in Chelsea. God bless His Majesty and the Country for such a home!"
Cornelius Buffstick - Literary Gazette
by the Honourable Charles Phipps
Fly, guides moth with ... flight
in all thy ....... lines,
.... theine hoour of shor delight
A.. a midst of the juiest ... choose
Beware of danger! never stay
Nor linger on a hbud too long
But ..... flutter, and away;
Bdfore you feel the charm too strong.
B... ... is with longer fraught
Within the sweetest deed ... wait
.... ........! you are caught
And struggle to ..... too late
You other, now with drooping wing.
You have no longer grace to fly,
A helpless broken hearted thing
Your beauty faded, - you sink, - you die.
Thus ... hearts each form advance,
Each blushing cheek, each finer face;
And thus as youthful fancied tire,
They settle on some newer grace
But manhoods' heart will dlinger brace,
'geet advice, disdain to flee,
Entrapped by love, a willing slave,
It cannot, hardly would be free.
But, ah! the hope that used to shine,
In Fancy's gay prism ... swing,
The thoughts, the joys at youth decline,
And later days but sorrow being.
For soon as love has caught the prize
Deprived of ... sunk in pride,
The faded heart he will despise,
And cast the broken toy aside.
Oh! trhou who maks't a second day of night,
........... orb of eve, pace Cyntha, hail!
Those amber beams diffuse a placid light,
As thou along the ...... each dost'...:
Now as I stray within the forest's maze,
Dwelling on her whose willing frown I hear
Methinks, milk Queen, with jurying eye you gaze
For when Island .....in moddy care,
Ah! well you may, far off at daylight c....
... ey .. night! is thee my tale of woe
With yonder morningful minstral I disclose;
And though in vain my sorrows still hall Hour,
???
Bijou 1829
Oh life for thy confused, mysterious dream
... some fleeting visions rise,
Farest as those lights thrown o'er the bralwing
By fading ............. and by western skies
What canthe ever changing scenes convey
But grief, repentance, frequent sight and tear
But in thy lenthning course can man survey
But disappointments, endless doubts, and fears.
Oh, why are freindships formed? Can they impart,
A sure contentment, and endcaring joy?
Oh no! too soon the mournful words, "We part,"
The ... of our promises hopes destroy!
... then, our lot! Dkait! congenial minds,
Oh Friendship's shrine, will weave the ... tie
Doubt, ..... Death, each in its turn untried
The silken bands that sway man's destiny.
Vain mortal, cease! Behold that Heaven above
Where countless saints are bound less power
There in the realms of mercy, truth and Love,
Shall Friendships's notaries met to part no more
Keepsake 1830
I gaz'd upon a rippling stream
The moon was clear and bright,
.. the tide a silvering beam
Fell on its waters white.
Kind life, I said, is like this stream,
Which to the ocan flows;
And love is like that silvery beam,
Which light it as it goes.
The moon is gone - the reippling stream
Still hastens to the main;
Ah Love is like a transient gleam.
And all is dark again.
Yon clouds that do the moon enclose,
Are o'er its brightness laid;
Ah life hath many clouds like these,
Our bright hopes tried to shake.
If in this world of heathing harm,
There lurk one universal charm,
One power, which to no clime confined,
Swarn either sex and every mind;
Which cheers the monarch on his throne;
The slave beneath the torrid zone;
The soldier rough, the lettr'd sage
And careless youth, and ...... age;
And all that live, and breath, and move
'Tis the first ... of infant love!
said to be written by the late I P Kemble
Archly smiling dimpled boy,
Son of Venus, God of love,
Grant my heart the seat of joy,
Ever may thy temple prove;
Let me sing and laugh all dya,
Sweetly pass my nithgs away;
then arising pass with you
Blessings lasting, raptured new.
Flower after flower comes forth in spring
Bird after bird begin to sing;
Till copse and fields, in rustic bloom,
Sparkle with dew and breathe perfume
While hill and valley, all day long
And half the night .. sound with song.
So may acquaintance one by one,
Come like spring, Heaven to mee!(?) the Sun,
And o'er these payed, pure and white,
Kind words kind thoughts kind prayers indite
Which sweeter adour shade dispense
Than ...... and to the sense,
Till woods and fields life fair appear
Than authographs and scetches here.
A til the minstrels of the grove,
Pour streamed of harmony and love,,
She .... made from heart to heart,
In which the least can bear a part,
More exquisite than all the notes
Of my ........ and thrushes throads,
They shall this book from end to end,
Shew in sucception firend on friend.
By their own living hand pourtrayed,
In prose or verse, in light or shade
By pen or pencil till her eye,
She owns this volume shall descry
In manya leaf some lovely trace,
Reminding of a lovelier face.
With here and there the humbler line,
Recalling such a thiz as mine.
"Your're a thief," said a wag, "and I'll shew it,"
To a butcher with angry feeling:
"Tis a scandalous, fact, and you knot it,
The knives you are constantly steeling."
Mr Fox on his canvas, having accosted a tradesman, whom he solicited for his vote, the blunt elector replied, "I cannot give you my support; I admire your abilities, but damn your principles!" Mr Fox instantly retorted, "My friend I applaud your sincerity, but damn your manners."
Ove I not her rosy cheek?
Love I not her auburn hair?
Yes! - but 'tis not these I seek,
Mind and beauty both are there!
Love I not her coral lips?
Love I not her eyes of fire?
Yes! - but mind with beauty trip
Round her form of calm desire!
Love I not her music's voice?
Love I not her spicy gates?
Yes! - but there are not my choice
"Tis where mind o'er form prevails!
Then ask me not why love I find
In every word and thoguth of heart
"Tis that I love her gifted mind,
from myself its worshipper!
Poetical Souvenir
THE LEGENT OF THE HOUSE OF SOUVENANCE
Who had not known and loved thee too,
Thou sweet memorial flowers!
Bearing thy crest of turquoise blue
In the young string's galmiest, bower.
Not the rose... June the garden's queen,
Nor the lily her r... there,
Nor the sunflower that .... to her God hath been
Faithful as soom an fair
Hath so fond or so said ...brity
As the lays of romance .... given to thee,
Looking thee with those golden times
When e'en discourtered thogu to were crimes.
When nought beneath the heavens above
Now held so dear as promis'd love.
There is a legend wild and sweet,
Writ on chival... page,
A pale with love and woe replete,
How make heaven's heritage.
And could I touch with skilful hand
The .... romantic ...te,
I like some minstrels of the land
Breath an enchanted flute,
Such .... no .... th...
.... lady's listening er might seem
Or could I with a painter's art
A picutre to the eye impart,
Then could my gifted pencil trace
The vale in its Arcadian grace,
Where, in an age that, now both dwell
Alone in antique chronicle.
The tragic theme of this brief song.
Was acted and rembered long.
But though no power have I to call
Hopes from oblivion's icy thrall,
Gaze thou on fancy's majc glass,
Behold the vision e're it pass,
And say what seest thou? I will be
A true interpreter to thee.
The calm clear bosum of a lake
Curv'd into many a bay.
O'er which no breezes rise to break
Waves into silver spray
An amphitheatre of hills
Sloping to gentle shores,
And sending down encumbere'd rills
With tributary stores;
Such the fair features of the scene
Mantled in summer's festive green
An island like an emerald gem,
On some proud monarch's diadem,
Decks the bright lake, and birds and flowers
Live in its cool ambageous bowers;
And gracefully the swan sails round,
The genius of the mystic ground,
A grove of ancion in cedars forms
The lakes far boundary,
Whose giant height might mock the storms
Of winter's wildest sky;
Gloomy and grand their foliage throws
Shade on the waters deep repose;
While on their stately stems a glem
The crimson west yet pours,
Like the strange spendour of a dream,
Or a bard's Aonian hours
| Juillet, Julianna, Gillian, Julius | Latin | From Julianas |
| Lora | Latin | Laurel |
| Lucy | Latin | from Lucio, to shine synonymous with Clara the child being born Prima Early in the morning |
| Louise | Most probably the feminine of Louis or Lewis | |
| Lydia | A county of Asia Minor said so be called for Sud Son of Shem, its inhabitants were very effeminate and it might be therefore considered and appropriate name for a female or very probably the women of Lydia were remarkably beautiful | |
| Margaret | Greek | Pearl |
| Marianne, Marcia | A compound of Mary and Ann | |
| Martha | Hebrew | Bitterness also Assryic means the mistress of a family |
| Mary, Maria | Hebrew | Some say it means exhalted, others bitter |
| Matilda | German | A lady of known |
| Olivia | A feminine | |
| Phoebe | Greek | The Greek name for the moon, the sister of Phoebus, the sun supposed to mean the light of life. |
| Rachael | Hebrew | A lamb |
| Rebecca | Hebrew | Fat, Belzoni related to his travels so great a beauty plumpness is still considered in the east |
| Rosamund | Latin | The rose of the world or according to others, the clasp rose |
| Sarah | Hebrew | A princess |
| Sophia | Greek | Wisdom |
| Susan | Hebrew | A lily |
| Theodora | Greek | Given by God |
| Albert | Saxon | |
| Alfred | Saxon | Peace |
| Aphonso | Gothic | Our help |
| Ambrose | Greek | Mortal |
| Andrew | Greek | Manly |
| Anthony | Greek | Flourishing |
| Arthur | British | Mighty |
| Augustus | Latin | Noble, majestic |
| Benjamin | Hebrew | The son of a right hand |
| Charles | German | Valiant |
| Christopher | Greek | Christ...... |
| Constantine | Latin | Firm |
| Daniel | Hebrew | Judgement of God |
| David | Hebrew | Beloved |
| Edgar | Saxon | Happy power |
| Edmund | Saxon | Happy peace |
| Edward | Saxon | Happy keeper |
| Edwin | Saxon | Happy winner |
| Ferdinand, Fernando | German | Pure peace |
| Francis, Frank | German/French | Free |
| Frederick | German | Rich peace |
| Geoffrey | German | Joyful peace |
| George | Greek | Husbandman, tiller of the earth |
| Gregory | Greek | Watchful, vigilant |
| Henry | German | Rich lord |
| Horatio, Horace | Latin | Worthy to be beheld |
| Hubert | Bright colours | |
| Hugh | Dutch | High - lofty |
| Humphrey | German | Domestic peace |
| Jacob | Hebrew | A supplanter |
| James, Jacques | Beguiling | |
| John | Hebrew | Gracious |
| Jonathon | Hebrew | God's gift |
| Joseph | Hebrew | Addition |
| Joshua | Hebrew | A saviour |
| Isaac | Hebrew | Laughter |
| Lawrence, Lorenz | Latin | Crowned with laurel |
| Leopold | German | Defender of the people |
| Lewis, Louis | German | From the German Ludwig - refuge of the people |
| Matthais | Hebrew | A gift |
| Nathaniel | Hebrew | God's gift |
| Oliver | Latin | Emblem of peace |
| Orlando | Latin | Counsel of the lord |
| Patrick | Latin | Patrician |
| Philip | Greek | A lover of horses |
| Peter | Greek | Rock or stone |
| Richard | Saxon | Rich heart |
| Robert, Robin | German | Bright counsel |
| Rowland | Same as Orlando | |
| Samuel | Hebrew | Place of God |
| Simon | Hebrew | Obedient |
| Greek | A crown or garland | |
| Theodore | Greek | God's gift |
| Thomas | Hebrew | A twin |
| Timothy | Greek | Honouring God |
| William | German | The defender of many |
Adapted to the Admir... of Alliteration and the Adovcates of Noise Numbers.
Ardentene aspicia atgice arroctis auribus asto - Virgil
The Austrian Army awfully arrayed,
Boldly by battery besieged Belgrade,
Cossacks, commanders cannonading came
Dealing destruction's devestating doom;
Every endeavour engineers essay
For fame, for fortune fighting - furious fray!
Generals 'gainst generals grapple, Gracious God!
How honours Heaven heroic hachood!
Infuriate indescriminate in ill -
Kingsman kill kindred - Kindred kingsmen kill
Labour low levels loftiest, longest lives,
Men march 'mid mounds, 'mid moles, 'mid murderous mines
Now noisy noxious number's notice nought
Outward obstacles, opposing ought,-
Poor Patriots! partly purchased,- partly prepared
Quite quaking, quickly, Quarter! Quarter! quest;
Reason returns, religious right rebounds
Suwarrow stops such sanguinary sounds
Truce to thee, Turkey, Triumph to thy train,
Unwise, unjust, unmerciful Ukraine!
Vanish vain victory! Vanish victory vain!
Why wish we warfare? Wherefore welcome were
Xerces, Ximenes, Xanthus, Xaviere!
Yield, yield ye Youths! ye Yeoman yield your yell;
Zenos, Sampalec's, Zoroaster's zeal,
Attracting all, arms againsts acts appeal.
Tell me, what is Life, I pray?
'Tis a changing April day.
Now, dull as March, now blithe as May;
A little cloud a little light,
Nought certain, but the approach of night.
At morn and evening dew appears,
Life begins and ends with tears.
Yet what is life, I pray thee tell?
'Tis a varied sounding bell,
Now a triumph, now a knell,
At first it rings of hope and pleasure,
Then, sorrow mingles in the measure,
And then a stern and solemn toll,
The requiem of a parted soul.
Yet tell I pray tee what is life?
'Tis a tale with wonder rife,
Full of danger, full of strife;
A tale that first enchants the ear,-
Then fills our souls with doubt and fear;
At last with grief bows down our hearts
And sends us weeping to our beds.
Yet, what is Life? That insect vain
Lured from the Heaven it might attain,
To wed the Glowworm on the Plain,
Wealth, pleasure, fame, at distance seen,
Thine brilliant as the glowworm's sheen;
Life weds these seeming glorious forms,
And finds them blind and groveling worms.
Yet, what is life again declare?
Oh! 'tis arch of promise fair,
Built like the rainbows in the air,
Many ah hue, but none that last,
Many a ray, but each soon past,
Form'd of things that soon must sever,
Swiftly gone,- and gone for ever.
Still what is Life? A paper's light,
That feebly glimmers thro' the night,
And soon is quenched in darkness quite.
Each wind that spreads its flame, but hastes it,
Each tough that turns its splendour, washes it,;
And brightlier as its lustre plays,
.... its fragile frame decays.
Henry Neele Esq
Friendships Offering
While the 42nd regiment were in America, and employed in foraging in an excursion through the woods, an Highland soldier came unexpectedly in the sight of an American, when both their pieces happening to be unloaded, each retired behind a tree to cover himself while loading; but fearing that the first who ventured out of cover would be brought down by the other, both kept possession at their trees, till, at last, the Highlander loosing patience, pushed his bonnet beyond the tree on the point of his bayonet. The American shot his ball through his centre, when his opponent, starting forward, made him surrender immediately.
There's a passage in the Scriptures to which the Potentates of Europe seem to have given their unanimous assent and approbation, and to have studied so thoroughly as to have it at their fingers end. "There went out a decree in the days of Claudius Caesar, that all the world should be taxed".
We have taxes upon every article which enters into the mouth, or covers the back, or is placed under the foot, - taxes upon every thing which is pleasant to see, hear, feel, smell, and taste,- taxes upon warmth and locomotion; - taxes on every thing on earth, and the waters under the earth;- on every thing that comes from abroad, or is grown at home,- taxes on the raw materials - taxes on every fresh value that is aded to it by the industry of man;- taxes on the sauce which pampers man's appetite, and the drug that restores him to health;- on the ermine which decorates the judge, and the rope which hangs the criminal; on the poor man's salt (lately taken off) and the rich man's spice,- on the nails of the coffin, and the ribbons of the bride;- at bed and board, couchant or levant we must pay. The schoolboy whips his taxed top;- the beardless youth manages his taxed horse with a taxed bridle, on a taxed orad;- and the dying Englishman, pouring his medicine, which has paid 7 per cent, into a spoon which has paid 15 per cent;- flings himself back upon his chintz bed which has paid 22 per cent;- makes his will on an eight pound .... and expires in the arms of an apothecary who has paid a licence of one hundred pounds for the privilege of putting him to death. His whole property is then immediately taxed from 2 to 10 per cent;- besides the probate, large fees are demanded for burying him in the chancel;- his virtues are handed down to posterity on taxed marble;- and he is then gathered to his fathers - to be taxed no more.
A delicate child, pale and prematurely wise, was complaining on a hot morning that the poor dew-drops had been too hastily snatched away, and not allowed to glitter on the flowers like other happier dew-drops,* that live the whole night through, and sparkle in the noonlight and through the morning onwards to noonday. "The sun," said the child, "has chased them away with his heat - or swallowed them in his wrath."
Soon after came rain and a rainbow; whereupon his father pointing upwards - "See," said he, "There stand thy dew-drops gloriously reset - a glittering jewellery in the heavens; and the clownish foot ftamples on them no more. By this my child, though art taught that what withers upon earth blooms again in heaven," thus the father spoke, and knew not that he spoke prefiguring words, for soon after, the delicate child, with the morning brightness of his early wisdom, was exhaled, like a dew-drop into heaven.
* If the dew-drop is evaporated immediatley upon the sun rising, rain and storm follow in the afternoon, but if it says and glitters for a long time after sun rise, the day continues fair.
An Adieu should in utterance die,
To written but faintly appear;
Only heard inthe burst of a sigh,
Only seen in the fall of a tear.
There is not on the pages which reveal
Our sum of anguish in the book of fate
A pang severe than the pain we feel
When friendship is deceived, or love meets hate,
When warm affection coldly is reproved,
Or hopeless nursery denounced by lips we love.
(Winters Wreath)
As you leaf on the cold pale river,
Returns not again when once gone by
So when we are dea, we pass, and for ever,
Like a leaf, on the stream of Eternity.
Into life's bitter cup true friendship drops
Balsamic sweets, to overpower the Gall;
True friends, like ivy, and the wall it props,
Both stand together, or together fall,
(Forget me not)
Time by moments steal away
Firt the hour, and then the day,
Small the daily loss appears
Yet it soon amounts to years
In the Album of the Bell Rock lighthouse are the following lines by Sir Walter Scott
Pharos Loquitur
Far in the bosom of the deep,
O'er the wide shelves my watch I keep,
A ruddy gem of changeful light,
Bound on the dusty bow of ight;
The seaman bids my lustre hail,
And scorns to strike his timorous sail.
As sweeps the bark before the breeze,
While waters coldly close around,
Till of her pathway through the seas
The track no more is found
Thus passing down oblivious tide
The beautious vision of the mind
Fllet as that ocean pageant glide,
And leave no trace behind.
But the pure page may still impart
Some dream of feeling, else untold,-
The silent record of a heart,
E'en when that heart is cold.
Its lorn memorials here may bloom,-
Perchange to gentle bosoms dear,
Like flowers that linger o'er the tomb
Bedewed with beauty's tear.
I ask not for the mead of fame,
The wreath above my crest to turne,-
Enough for me to leave my name
Within this hallow'd shrine;
To think that o'er these leaves thine eye
May wander in some future year,
And memory breathe a passing sigh
For him who traced them here.
Calm sleeps the sea when storms are o'er,
With bosom silent and serene,
And but the plank upon the shore
Reveals that wrecks have been,
So some frail leaf like this may be
Left floating o'er times silent tide,-
The sole remaining trace of me,-
T tell I lived and died.
(Malcolm's scenes of War)
When we wake in life's morning
And look o'er the earth
Joy and gladness wake with us
And smile-loving mirth,
As we bound o'er the greensward;
Or sport in the wave,
Or lost to the tale
Of the daring and brave.
Yet the light that shines over
Our youth is at best
But like the false dawn
That illumines the east,
Half revealing the glories
That lurk in the scene,
As the handmaid preceding,
A beautiful queen.
The true sun arises,
Or bursts from ........,
When our soul first awakens
On Woman's sweet lips;
A new light pours doen
On the world, from above
When the clouds all dispersed
By the first kiss of love!
Then the fair landscape litters,
The mists roll away,
And earth smiles like heaven
In the warm arms of day;
And with feet winged like Hermes;
The bright world we rove,
As if men were made gods
By the first kiss of love.
I do remember on a lonely spot
Whose verdant bauty ne'er can be forgot,
There was a rose of nature's choicest growth,
Such as the night bird seeks and makes her bower
The breeze would sigh around it as 'twere loth
To bear the perfume from so sweet a flower,
The dew of heaven loved it, and the ray
Of evening, lingered for its latest smile
Ye would have deemed that it would not decay,
To loved, so sweetly nurtured, but the guile
Of Autumn night winds stole its bloom away
It died, and the morning found a dewy gem,
Hung as in mockery on the withered stem,
And there was one a lonely lovely one,
Who faded like that rose; the worm of grief
Of soul hid sorrow that was told to none,
Of every bitterness that mocked relief,
Preyed on that lovely flower, and leaf by leaf
It fell to nothingness some thought she strove
With that insatiate spirits blighted love.
Oh! Youth thou art a dream of bliss
Too bright, too pure, to last!
A trance, our gathering years dismiss!
A vision, fading fast!
Yet, still to thee with memory cling,
In sad and after years;
A thought of thee will often cling
It's spendour o'er our tears.
Hope lie a seraphg clothes in light
Then revels unconfined;
And glories break upon the sight
And raptures fill the mind.
And Love, the choicest gift we own,
Comes smiling from above;
'Tis given to youthful hearts alone,
To feel the force of Love.
Then Youth! thou art a dream of bliss
Too bright, too pure, to last;
A trance, our gathering years dismiss,
A vision, fading fast!
(Bijou 1829)
Among the common occurences of life, there are few, perhaps, more calculated to interest and animate the mind of a spectator than the sight of a numerous fleet of gallant vessesl leaving port to proceed upon a distant voyage. But, exclusive of the more elevated feelings which are naturally called forth by reflecting on the first and intelligence which is embarked in those noble machines, to bear the name, the riches, and the power of Britain to the uttermost parts of the Glove, the scene seems of more ordinary and present interest. The shore is all astir with hurry and bustle: crowds are seen running from different quarters, all to the same point; groups equiped for their voyage, ... to the quays or beach, attended by relatives and friends, who proffer or receive those words of encouragement or comfort, which the party with the strongest nerves never fail to pour into the dull ear of grief. Then may be heart the cheerful, hearty well wishings of such as having themselves braved the winds and waves think but of the anticipated success and speedy return of those who are departing; the hurried half articulated blessings of others, whose fears are all alive to the perils of the mighty deep, the ill surpressed sob that chokes the adieus of some, who feel that they are perhaps looking for the last time on those who are their hope, their joy, their everything in life.
These, and all the various workings of grief, misery and despair, may be viewed in close and striking contrast with indifference and recklessness with gaiety and rejoicing in full as many as diversified forms. The keen observer may note the downcast, tearful eye,- the quivering lip,- the fervent, speechless grasp of hands that may never again be joined together - the quick, irregular stpes of those who have already uttered that heart breaking workd, "Adieu", and who hurry from the sopt but still linger, and turn to gaze upon the bark which holds the object of their case; he may trace all this amid the bustle of business, and the eagerness of adventure; which characterise others of the multitude, or the idle curiosity or cold indifference which mark the common .....
But the bustle at length decreases,- the throng diminishes - the numerous boats, with their heads directed seaward, which dot the surface of the waters, proclaim that the partings are part,- that the adventurers have departed. The groups; not more rarely scattered over the beach quit it, one after the other, and retiring to the heights above, gaze on the receding skiffs. The movement which has diminished on shore may now be seen commencing an increasing among the stately ships that ride upon the blue waves, full in view of the spectators. The busy sound of human multitudes comes mellowed by distance across the waters, sheet after sheet of canvas drops, as it were, by magic, from the long yards, and rises fluttering and spreading along the .......... of each vessel, tuntil, after a few rapid manauvers among the complicated machinery, the sails gradually fill, and the ship yielding gracefully to the influence of the breeze, begins to "walk the waters like a thing of life", rejoicing as it were in her own element. But observe you lofty vessel, anchored far outside of all the rest, conspicuous for the peculiar squareness of her yards, the tautness of her taper masts, and above all, for her long, low cark hull, with its rakesh looking tier of red ports, scarcely rising above the water,- like the half disclosed seeth of a serpent. The Blue Peter at the fore, and the loose fore topsail, are of themselves sufficient to proclaim her the Comodore of the convoy and one of His Majesty's largest and most dashing frigates; even if her deaward station - protecting as it were her charge - the signal flags, which every now and then ascent, like party coloured birds, to the several points of her masts and rigging with the sheets of flame, and roar of thunder, which occasionally issue from her red ports, should have failed to convey that information to her beholders.
At length the last lagging ship has passed to seaward, and the small boats are once more seen, returning to the shore.
Another combination of flags now appears on the masts of the frigate,- and another flash issues from her bow prot, and her topsails are loosed and sheeted home. In one instant more, downfall courses and top gallant sails,- and stay sails are run up, and royals set, - and in the twinkling of an ye, the noble vessel, like an eagle in full swoop, is seen passing the ships of her convey as if they were at anchor; until, having shot far ahead of the foremost , she furls staysails and top gallant sails, hauls her mainsail up, and, with her three topsails, horesail, jib and spinker, holds on her course; while, with all the canvas they can pack, her more heavy sailing charge can scarce keep way with their gallant comodore, but press onwards in his wake, like a flock of wilk fowl following their sagacious leader.
A week had elapsed since the frigate and her convoy lef the port of L...... (London?); and the wind, which was fair as the heart of seaman could desire, had gradually increased from a pleasant breeze to a hard dry gale: but where is the sailor who does not love the breeze - rude though it be,- which wafts him swiftly to his desired port? The weather was hazy; and the few fleecy chouds which drifted across the grey sky, were quickly lost in the dense atmosphere which shrouded every object near the horizon. During day, the ships of the convey were scatered over a wide expanse of sea; and even the utmost exertions of the comodore were not always successful in collecting them around him within a moderate distance; at nightfall:- a close order would not have been desirable; for such was the indistinctness of vision by night, not from the darnkess, but the haze,- that the best lookout might have proved insuffieicnt to guard against accidents, and to keep the vessels of the fleet from running each other down, in the swiftness of their course, before they could be aware of each other's vicinity. In the evening, therefore, as one after another they fell into their respective stations, on either quarter of the comodore, each vessel took in what canvas she could spare; all except some wretched tubs, which embraced this opportunity of ........ every stich to makt up the way they had lost during the day; while the staglike frigate was often forced to pull every inch of canvas, that she might not run out of sight of her charge before the light of morning should render it safe for her to heave to, and wait for their coming up.
The eighth evening had closed in on board the frigate with an increase of wind on sea. Everything had been made snug for the night: the royal and top gallant yards were sent on deck, the masts themselves were struck, and every sail was carefully handed; only the goose-wings of the main topsail were occasionally loosed between the squall, to keep the ship free from the danger of being run foul of by any of the convoy. The log in these squalls would sometimes indicate the rate of eleven, and even twelve knots. The sea flamed and boiled around the shops broad bows, in whirlpools of brilliant light, while she careered along under the influence of a heavy following sea, which struck her alternately on each quarter; and she rolled until the points of her reduced masts described the greater portion of a cimicircle in the heavens, and her long yard-arms returned dripping with brine. Every now and then the crest of a huge wave, taking advantage, as it were, of her recumbent position, would break upon her black side, and curling over her quarter or waist, washing the deck clear fore and aft, drenching everythink upon them; wile the timbers and straining tackles of the heavy guns, creaked and groaned with the irregular and constant motion.
"A stiff bit of a breeze this same, my boys," said the young Bill Thomas, as he entered the starborad berth, about two bells after the first watch had been set, wringing the brine off his rough sea cap; and handing it along with his dripping watch-coat, to the boy of his mess. "I take it, some of the old ladies at home are praying for us about this time."
"There's a fresh hand at the bellows, too, just now, I think," observed another of the youths of the berth, "and the old Hooker feels it. How she does groan and crack again!"
"Ay, and how she lurches too," rejoined Thomas, By the L--d, she took ina sea amid-ships just now that put the whole maindeck afloat, and set her a-staggering like old Smithers, when he's a cloth or two in the wind. Egad! I've taken a bucket full on board myself, I think."
"Staggering! by the Hokey, it set more a-swaggering than you, or the old Hooker either, it sent little Jim, there;- confound him! - into the lee scuppers with a good can of stiff grog he was handing to me."
"Ah, Dick! That was a loss, faith but it don't signify,- by Jove. I must ---- this sea-water a little - my stomach is like an icehouse! Here, you son of a sea-cook! take these wet duds forward and shake the water out of them and get me a dry jacket and here, by boy,- hand us the stuffing to me, don't be to stingy: now, up with it, - there, that's something like. "There's the ship that goes,- the wind that blows;- but ...! we've enough of that already!
"And pray what lark might you have been up to upon deck, Master Thomas?" interrogated youn Ned Connoly, as he just finished a hand at cribbage, which he had been plaing with some others of the mess by the lights of the purser's lantern which hund in a corner of the berth "Haven't you enough of bad weather in your own watch? I'll be bound you were after no good now."
"Why, faith I can't say much for the good, Ned, and little more for the evil, of you will call fun out of its right name, I was talking a bit with old Gillows: he's down in the mouth you know, about his wife, and I was strinning a yarn to rouse him up and make him laugh, but - it wouldn't do - the fool still shows up his eyes like a duck in thunder, and heave such savage sighs! I told him to belay, for we had more wind than we knew what to do with alrady; but he's too hard up just now for a joke; so I went and saw the log hove, and was just coming down, when that confounded sea ........ amid ships, and soused me all over."
"And you deserved it all, Bill, for bothering a poor fellow, who has so much to vex him as old Gillows has already - But what is she going?"
"Eleven knots, by the Hokey and under bare poles, too, - not a rag upon her; she does spin along, to be sure."
"And how does the night look?"
"Devilish bad, I think,- as black int he face as a blacksmith,- can't see a ship's length on either side for haze, and the sea rising if anything, like a sheet of fiery, foam all around. I saw old quartermaster Sims shoving his muzzle to wind-ward, and grinning and muffing as if he smelt mischief."
"Then mischief there will be, or my name's not Ned Connoly; but let us see,- I'll take a turn on deck myself, and bring you my report." With these words he left the berth, to which he was never to return.
Ned Connoly was a jolly master's mate, on board, the good frigate D____, a prime favourite with all his mess mates; a chief leader in all their amusements and innocent larks (for in no others would he be concerned); the very glass and mirror in which the "young gentlemen" of the D____ did fashion their deportment:- in short, the life and soul of the starboard berth. No one could sing a song or tell a story like Connoly;- his wit and humour were inexhaustible and for compounding a bowl of punchm, or dressing a good hot Devil, when the wherewithal was to be had, or for helping to discuss such good things when made, there was not his equal in the ship.
But Ned Connoly had other and more valuable qualities. He was an excellent seaman; zealous and active int he discharge of his duty; of an open and generous disposition; a warm hearted friend and a dutifully affectionate son. He was too, "The only son of his mother, and "she was a widow". That mother had daughters, it is true, but this was her only boy,- "her beautiful, her brave!" the image of his gallant father who had fallen fighting the battles of his country:- under God, her only earthly support. Out of the wreteched pittance of the pay to which he was entitled he still contrived to save a t.... to add to her comforts; and all his little prizemoney was devoted to the same .... purpose. His exemplary conduct had not passed unobserved by his officers, and at this very time, he was among the first on the admiral's private list, to be made lieutenant as soon as possible, after arrving at his destined station,- this hope was his comfort, that step the height of his ambition for the time. Vain hopes - never was he doomed to reach that station! Never was his fond mother again to clasp her son to her heart!
The frigate was not at every lurch rooling her gun wales under water, and dipping her main yard-arms on either side; while ever and anon, in spite of the helm'sm man's skill, heavy seas would curl over her quarters and sweep her decks: such of the watch as were not actively employed, had sought what shelter they could find from the soaking sprays, and sat passing the time with tough stories, or rude sea songs; those on the lookout alone were to be seen at their several stations gazing heedfully through the murky air, to guart against mischance. The Officer of the watch paced the privileged platform of the quarter-deck, or occasionally held on by the captain, as a fresh fit of rolling rendered his walk too hazardous to be continued; now addressing a question to an order to the quarter-master, and now casting upward a keen and inquisitive glance ot see that all was right over head, or to scan the aspect of the heavens.
Suddenly the quarter-master in the waist was startled by a piercing shriek which seemed to issue from the sea itself, it was almost immediately repeated, and the second time he could trace it with certainty to the mizen chains.
"Abaft there, hoay!" shouted he, "a man overbaord int he laboard mizen chains there!" and he sprang aft himself, while the look-out in the starboard quarters ran also to the point indicated; from whence the cries still echoed, when the voice of the suffered was not quenched by the wash of a fresh sea.
"Hallo a there, keep a good heart!" hold on, my lad, we'll soon have hold of you!" - "whereabouts are you?" exclaimed the men, as each shove to gain sight of the poor fellow but it was too late - no human eye could see, no arm could reach him.
"Ah, God help me! I'm gone!" uttered the voice "in half choked accents, as the driving seas foreced him from his hold.
"By heaven! it is Ned Connoly - lay hold of ..... lubbers!" exclaimed the lieutenant.
"A boat! Oh God! a boat!" shrieked the desparing lad as he ..... past them. they were his last words - the ship was bounding forward like a race horse in full speed. Another faint and distant cry was borne the blast and sounded like a knell upon the ear of the bystander; and they heard no more.
"Starboard your helm! Starboard! D___n, - had a starboard, will ye!" shouted the lieutenant, "Bring her to the wind;- we're not to let the poor fellow go in this way. Hollou, there! maintop men, bear a hand! clear away that boat on the quarter!"
By this time the ships' reeling till she fell almost on her beam ends, came up to the wind with a might sweep, but miles were haversed in her speed, from the spot where the poor fellow had lost his hold, before her way could be stopped; the rumor too had spread below, and his companions, from the starboard berth, came hurrying upon deck. Gallant and daring, but rash as they were brave, they heeded not the danger they looked not on the raging sea - they thought spot of the space to be travessed aagainst a furious wind - of the unprofitibility of seeing an object in the waters, through darkness, must, and a apray; -they only thought of hsaving their mess mate - their friend; he whom they loved like a brother - they sprang into the boart in a moment, to the number of five or six, and fierce demands for oars and rudder, were mingled with cries of "cast loose, men; ,ast loose, and lower away - lower away, and be d___d to ye - the poor fellow will be gone." But the topmen and quarter master, more experienced and less excieted than the yound midshipmen, perceived the full peril, or rather the certainty of destruction, in an attempt which must be... and they were slowly and reluctantly obeying these repeated and .... orders when the voice of the captain was heard, in tones of grave authority, rising above the tumult and the roar of the winds.
"Keep all fast, men - keep all fast, I say: what are you mad? Woud ye want only add to this night's loss? What boat could live a moment in that sea? What hands could pull her to windward a single fathom if she floated? Secure the boat, men, and return to your stations" - "Lieutenant ....." said he, ..... the officer of the watch, as soon as the men had left the quarter deck, "This attemp should hot have been permitted. I reckoned more upon you, as an officer of trust and experience. On duty, sir feeling should never overpower the judgement and who in the exercise of their judgement would have committed the lives ot men to the mercy of such a sea? Young men the motives of your thoughtless conduct excuse you from my censure; but let the peril you have so narrowly escapated, be a leson for the future, - lean to distinguish betwen the resolute courage, which becomes a man and the blind fool hardihood, which fruitfully exposes the lives of tothers with our own. If ye seek to become officers, this is a point of the first importance. No one of you regret the fate of young Connoly more than I do, but the hand of God was plainly in the matter; and were ye to shine against this night? Return to your duties or your berths,- Mr G get the ship before the wind, again and keep your regular course."
The frigate once more pursued her rapid way; and on the morrow, poor Connoly's sea chest and his little property, were brought up according to custom to be examined and inventoried;- as is frequently the case on such occasions, an auction was made, of such articles of common use as were not likely to be valued by his mother and sister; the produce of which was held for their behoof. At this sale, each of his messmates purchased some little memorial of their unfortunate comrade, without paying much attention to the price they gave; for they knew well, how much it would be needed and yet how poorly the whole amount, were it ten times as great, could compensate for a loss so irreparable. Their goodwill did not end here a collection was made, to which every one contributed his mate - and the officers of the ship, desirous of testifying their regard for the deceased added each what he could spare for the benefit of the bereaved widow.
Many a glance was directed at the vacant seat of poor Connoly, as the young men assembled at the usual hour at their scanty meal,- thier customary mirth was clouded; and much, and most sincere regret was expressed for the loss of a true hearted as mess mate. But the next day, his seat was occupied by some other of the m.... allusions to their lost firend were less frequent;-other events occured, and afforded fresh topics of conversation' and in less than a week the name of Connoly ceased to be mentioned; he has passed as it seemed from their memories, as he had from their presence - like a bubble on the current of human life, which dance gaily and sparkled for a while, then bursts and is seen no more.
(Literary Bouvenir 1830)
I saw a maid lt fall a tener tear,
Which, as it travelled dwon her virgin cheek,
Did better tell me of her bosom's care,
Than all the language which her tongue could speak.
Anon she smiled and in her cheeks she wore
Two dimples, such as Venus' self might own,
Where Cupid nestling with his golden store
Quick as I gazed an arrow head let flown.
I flet its smart, and straightway did devise,
That love, from smiles not tears doth take its rise.
(Biyou 1829)
by Professor Parson
Since mountains sink to vales, and valleys die,
And seas and rivers mourn their sources dry;
"When my old cassock", says a Welch divine,
"I out at elbows why should I refine?"
When from the friend we dearly love
Fate tells us we must part
By speach we can but feebly tell
The anguish of the heart
And no soft words, how'er sincere,
Can half so much imply,
As theat surpress'd though trembling tear
Which drwon the word - Good bye
This knowledge joys the human mind
Man is not form'd to live along,
But ever can a bosom find,
Which joys or sorrows with his won.
For what were life debarr'ed of thee,
Sweet Woman? say, what things were life
'Tis known by all a dream to be,
A sea with rocks, with tempests rife.
But thou! oh, lovely woman, thou
Thou wart the ...... of that life,
'Tis thy fond love conducts through,
In Youth the Mother, and in age the strife
Then what were life debarr'd of thee,
Sweet Woman? Say, what then were life
'Tis only blest when blest with thee!
Withouth thee woman! 'tis not life
(Misen)
Through windows reichly light
The mellow sun beamed shine,
But sadly falls their light
On Santa Clara's shrine.
The King and Court are these,
Robed Priests and Knights in mail;
But every head is bare
And every cheek is pale.
The young and fair are met,
The brave and haughty come,
But eyes with tears are wet,
And lips with awe are dumb.
In pomp of regal pride
There sits enthron'ed a Queen;
Son Pedro at her side
Surveys the solemn scene.
Though grief be on hsi brow,
Yet searless is his eye,
He hears each plighted vow
With spriti stern and high.
Yet even He must feel
For more than tongue could own,
As one by one they knweel
Before that silent throne.
As one by one they take
That passive hand to kiss,
His thoughts and feelings wake
Dreams of departed bliss.
For oh! no life blood warm
That frame may animate,
But wasted is the form
Thus thron'd in spelded state;
The flistening crwon of gold
Rests on a lifeless hand;
The braider'd robes enfold
The reliques of the dead!
The robes are but a pall,
However bright their sheen'
She sits before them all
The spectre of a Queen.
They bear hear back to earth,
And close the fearful rite,
But not one thought of mirth
The fragement should excite.
For by it may be seen,
In its glory and its gloom,
How brief the space between
The pround throne and silent tomb.
(Amulet 1830)
Wreath, wreathe thy brow with summer flowers,
And deck with gems thy hair;
Whilst twilight from her purple bowers
Come on the balmy air;
And spreads her wings with a gentle sigh
Above the blue and southern sky.
Blue ........... sh' Italian heaven above,
Blue rolls the evening sea,
Where a white sail glemas like a far off dove,
That is waiting there for thee
Thou lovely one, and crown'd with flowers!
Thou star of one midst the festal hours!
Thou hast mought to near they spirit's peace;
No thought of a vanished light,
No clooud to tell when the stars shall cease
To gladden the calm midnight
That shall spread its loveliest rays for thee
O'er they festal joys and thy revelry!
Then haste thee, maid, for the vesper bell
Chimes faintly from yon tower;
And the first faint star of the day's farewell
Is gleaming from her bower-
A lonely bell, and a star from heaven,
Telling of joy at the close of even.
(Amulet 1830)
Oh mother! dear mother! I cannot remain;
I've heard the war summons again and again;
They'll deem me a coward - then dear as thou art,
I cannot stay with thee - 'tis right we should part
My comrades are marching - I dare not delay -
The son of a soldier the call must obey.
His name I exhibit so famed in the field
Be just then and give me his helmet and shield
Oh give me his banner! shake from it the dust,
Oh give me his broadsword! wipe from it the rust;
Oh give me his stead - let me mount - and away!
The son of a soldier the call must obey.
Why will you wear those ribbons, the red and blue cockade?
You've thrown aside the love-knot that I so lately made;
You think a word of comfort will soothe me when we part-
Alas little know me your loss will break my heart.
You say that life is wasted in such a peaceful scene;
And must I then remind you how happy we have been?
I know you sign to enter the world's tumulturous mass,
And you are formed to grace it, - but your loss will break my heart.
My live mgith had your scorned it, in absence seek to cure;
But bieng loved, to lose you I never can endure.
You go to gather laurel - but pause o'er you defeat.
I shall not live to see them - your loss will break my heart.
Upon the hill he turn'd
To tkae a last fond look
Of the valley and the village church,
And the cottage by the brook;
He listen'd to the sounds
So familiar to his ear,
And the soldier leant upon his sword,
And wiped away a tear.
Beside that cottage porch
A girl was on her knees;
She hled aloft a snowy scarf,
Which flutter'd in the breeze;
She breathed a prayer for him,
A prayer he could not hear;
But he paused to bless her as she knelt,
And wiped away a tear.
He turned and left he spot,-
Oh! do not deem him weak;
For .......less was the soldiers heart,
Though tears were on his cheek;
Go, watch the foremost r.....k,
In ganders dark career;
Be sure the hand most potent there,
Has wiped away a tear.
He lived to dwell contentedly
Upon his native plain,
He lived to share in village sports,
With village friends again.
To cheer the stromy writers's night
With tales of peril past,
Lived happy with a happy wife,
His first love and his last.
Oh! he could tell of conquering foes,
Captivity and pain,
Of dungeon deep, and shatugem(?)
That broke the galling chain:
She listen'd and could scare belive
The danger really past,
Then wisper'd low "Thoust safe with me;
My first love, and my last."
(Keepsake 1830)
The leaves are falling from the poplar trees;
And through the skeleton branches I behold
Glimpses of clear blue day light Thus, methinks,
As one by one the joys of life decay,
Withered, or prematurely snapped (?) the eye
Of age contemplatees, with a clearer kin,
The opeining vaults of Immortality
O'er ?? Earth and Time
(Friendships Offering 1830)
By Commander Charles Hutchinson Ret.
The sky was softest azure, and the deep,
Not oft aso meek, scarece rippled to the breeze,
When, sliding from her leaven to the seas,
As vessel newly launced sailed forth with pride;
-God long the gallant ship in safety keep!-
But soon the scene was changed, and darkness brought
A storm, with terror and with peril fraught,
For that adventurous vessel ? the tide,
Her compass lost, at fearful random moving,
She drove on wildly at the sotmr's behest.
When bright in heaven a friendly star appearing,
Gave lgith that guided to a port of rest.
I was the ship on life's wild ocean driven.
And thou, by Eda, the star of heaven!
(Biyou 1829)
written a few days before marriage
Hail, thou most welcome harkinger of bliss!
Accept my fondes, dearest warmest kiss,
Soon may thou with more than magic power
Unite their hands, whose hearts were joined before;
Whose faith has oft been proved by every test,
Love's fears devise - affections doubts suggest.
May the eternity, of which, dear pledge,
Thou long has been the consecrated badge,
Attend, pure, unalloyed, and free from pain,
That Love, of which thou'st be the binding chain.
(Bijou 1829)
Mark how that cloud, whose blackness blots the skies,
Beneath you planet, unillumined, lies;
While the bright star with sun tillating ray,
Strives, but in vain, to chase its gloom away.
So vainly bright, so umpotently fari,
Sines Joy's remembrance, smiling in despair
(Bijou 1829)
Love, says your artist, makes time pass -
'Tis pretty, but I doubt him
Dismiss that rowing boy, Alas!
Time pushes on without him,
carless alike of our or sculler.
He guides with fatal hand
A Bark, which though the voyage be duller,
Must be reach the destined strand.
On the bas-relief of a layd's clock, which in allusion to the motto above, represented a Cupid rowing time in a small boat.
(Keepsake 1830)
Fond Memory, like a mocking bird,
Within the widowed hart is heart,
Repeating every toughimt tone
Of voices that from earth have gone.
O could I calm you raging sea,
Whose mountain waves toss fearfully
Their giant crests of foam!
For he is in his slender bark;
Breasting that world of waters dark;
Kind Ocean, waft him home.
"Tis awful at such hour to wake,
And dare the tempest for his sake,
Trembling with hope and fear;
To listen to the seagulls scream-
I see, I see the white sail gleam!
My husband thou art near!
He'll abide me for myu fond distress,
And with a fond and gay caress
Buoy up my sinking heart,
Yet he will tempt the wave again,
And call the anxious terrors vain,
That rack me when we part.
Bearutiful is the dark blue sea,
When summer gales sigh pacifly
O'er the billow hear;
'Tis music then to hear them clash,
As the bright waters leap and flash
Against the rocky shore.
But now in every echoing surge
I ehar a note of Oceans dirge
Around its victim's bier!
He's safe! and these are idle fears,
I'll brush away my woman's tears
My Husand thou art here!
(Bijou 1830)
Years, many years have passed,
Since I sat bneside this board,
Thou, as now, the feast was spread,
And the ruby wine was pour'd
And the cup and song went round,
And the mirth was loud and light;
The song and cup still circle-
But they're not the same tonight,
Ten sat around the board,-
What friends are but in youth,-
When we feel before we think
And life's from hearts learn truth.
yet some of them are here,
Links of a broken chain;
Only recalling lies
Never to join again.
Altered and cold our hearts-
The's shadow on each brow
Of the glow of former years
Ther's not a vestage now.
Interests have jarr'd,- the world
Has its cold lessons taught;
And hope from memory's page
Its darkened likeness caught.
And the grave has had its prey,-
Strangers are seated here,
And every stangers face
REcalls a thought of fear.
It tells of those who sleep
Beneath the funeral stones;
And dark (lack?) death record is
When it spearks of our own.
But away let songs burst forth-
The lighted goblet shine-
And deep, deep drain the flood
Of the crimson Lethe-wine.
Break, Break the faithless cup;
No spell thus to restore
Feelings, and friends of youth,
When that youth no more
(Keepsake 1830)
'Tis not the lily brow I prize,
Nor roseate cheeks or sunny eyes,
Enough of lilies and of roses!
A thousand-fold more dear to me
The gentle look that love discloses,
The look that love alone can see.
(Keepsake 1830)
This fair volume to our eye
Human life may typify
View the new born infant's face
? yet Mind hath stamped its trace,
On the young brain began to think-
"Tis like this book ere touched by ink
Look again ere time flashes by
Expression kindles in the eye,
And dawning intellect appears
Gleaming through its smiles and tears:
Lighting up the living day
Year by year and day by day;
While the passion as they change;
Write inscriptions deep and strange,
Telling to observant eyes
Life's eventful Histories.
Lady, even so thy book
By degrees shall change its look
As each following leaf is fraught
With some penn'd or fustrures thought,
Or admits the treasured claims
Of endeared and honoured names;
While gleams of genius and of grace,
Like fine expressions in a face,
Lend even to what is dark and dull
Some bright tinge of the Beautiful.
Farther still in graven mind(?)
Trace we the ......?
After yet the emblem grows
Or we trace it to a close.
Life with all its freaks and follies,
Memories and Melancholies,
Fond concers, ill sorted matches,
Is- a book of .......... patches;
It ained, alas! with many a blot
And many a word we wish forgot,
And vain refining for the feast
While time, who turns the leaves so fast,
(The Hour glass in his other hand
With its ever ....... sand,"
Presents full soon the final page
To the failing eye of age;
Scribbled closely to the end-
Without a space to mar or mend
(Friendships Offering 1830)
FOR THE FIRST LEAF OF A LADY'S ALBUM................................................ 1
A CABINET PICTURE........................................................................................ 2
LINES ON THE BULLET THAT GRAZED KING WILLIAM'S........................ 2
SHOULDER AT THE BATTLE OF THE BOYNE.............................................. 2
SUN AND AIR.................................................................................................... 2
TRUE FRIENDSHIP DROPS.............................................................................. 3
AN EPITAPH....................................................................................................... 3
EPIGRAM............................................................................................................ 3
THE PEARL......................................................................................................... 3
MAN.................................................................................................................... 4
DEATH'S RAMBLE............................................................................................. 5
SONG.................................................................................................................. 7
CHARLES II........................................................................................................ 7
THE MOSS ROSE............................................................................................... 7
PRICE OF A MILKMAID................................................................................... 8
TIME.................................................................................................................... 8
THE GAMES OF LIFE........................................................................................ 8
DISCRETION THE BETTER PART OF VALOUR............................................. 10
A NEW SONG OF ANCIENT PISTOLS........................................................... 10
TO LORD NELSON BY PETER VINDER......................................................... 11
THE ORIGIN OF THE ORDER OF THE GARTER............................................ 11
ORIGIN OF THE ORDER OF KNIGHTHOOD................................................. 15
ICH DIEN - Why used as the Motto of the Prince of Wales................................... 16
DIEU ET MON DROIT....................................................................................... 16
THE ORIGIN OF THE KNIGHTS OF ST ANDREW; OR OF THE THISTLE, IN SCOTLAND 17
THE NUMBER OF WORDS IN THE ENGLISH LANGUAGE.......................... 17
THE SIGNIFIANCE OF FEMALE CHRISTIAN NAMES AND THE LANGUAGES FROM WHICH THEY ARE DERIVED......................................................................................... 17
THE SIGNIFIANCE OF MALE CHRISTIAN NAMES AND THE LANGUAGES FROM WHICH THEY ARE DERIVED......................................................................................... 19
THE SEIGE OF BELGRADE............................................................................... 20
WHAT IS LIFE?.................................................................................................. 21
SUPERIOR MANOVERING............................................................................... 23
TAXES................................................................................................................. 23
THE PROPHETIC DEW-DROPS........................................................................ 24
ADIEU................................................................................................................. 24
THE BLIGHTED ROSE....................................................................................... 24
A LEAF ON THE STREAM OF ETERNITY...................................................... 25
FRIENDSHIP....................................................................................................... 25
ON TIME............................................................................................................. 25
BELLROCK LIGHTHOUSE............................................................................... 25
WRITTEN IN LADY'S ALBUM........................................................................ 25
THE FIRST KISS OF LOVE............................................................................... 27
THE ROSE........................................................................................................... 28
LINES TO YOUTH............................................................................................. 28
AN INCIDENT AT SEA...................................................................................... 29
IN IMITATION OF SHAKESPEARE................................................................. 36
THE BATHOS..................................................................................................... 37
GOOD BYE......................................................................................................... 37
WOMAN............................................................................................................. 37
THE CORONATION OF INES DE CASTRO.................................................... 38
PREPARING FOR THE FESTA.......................................................................... 39
SONGS OF A SOLDIER'S STORY................................................................................ 40
THE SON OF A SOLDIER................................................................................. 40
YOUR LOSS WILL BREAK MY HEART.......................................................... 41
THE SOLDIERS TEAR........................................................................................ 41
HIS FIRST LOVE AND HIS LAST..................................................................... 42
FALLING LEAVES............................................................................................. 42
SONNET............................................................................................................. 43
TO A WEDDING RING...................................................................................... 43
AN EVENING THOUGHT.................................................................................. 44
L'AMOUR FAIT PASSER LE SEMPS................................................................ 44
MEMORY............................................................................................................ 44
THE FISHER'S WIFE.......................................................................................... 45
THE TIME WAS AND IS.................................................................................... 46
SONG.................................................................................................................. 47
LINES FOR AN ALBUM.................................................................................... 47