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L'ENVOY TO W. H. AINSWORTH, ESQ. WHILOXX, AUTHOR OF THE ADMIRABLE CRICHTON," SUBSEQUENT CHRONICLER 0

" JACK SHEPPARD."
which he

Thus sadly I thought
wrotte by
waxlight in As that bird unsought
Gascoigne at The remembrance brought
Bourdeaux, Of thy bright day;
6 Jan. 1841.

And I penn'd full soon
This Dirge, while the moon
On the broad Garonne
Shed a wintry ray.

F. M.

THE LEGEND OF ARETHUSA.

TO THE RIGHT HONOURABLE ARETHUSA, M--RG

A SHEPHERDESS of Arcadie,

In the days hight olden,
Fed her white flock close to the sea ;

'Twas the age called golden.
That age of gold ! yet nought availed

To save from rudeness,
To keep unsullied-unassailed

Such gentle goodness.
The calm composure of a life

Till then unchequered,
What rude attempt befell ? 'tis rife

In Ovid's record.

Poor shrinking maid—despairing, left

Without reliance;
Of brother's, father's aid bereft,

She called on Dian's.

“Queen of the spotless ! quick, decree

The boon I ask you!
To die-ere I dishonoured be!

Speed to my rescue.”
Sudden beneath her footsteps oped

The daisied meadow;
The passionate arms that wildly gropea,

Grasped but a shadow.
Forth from the soil where sank absorbed

That crystal virgin,
Gushed a bright brook-pure, undisturboda

With pebbly margin

And onward to the sea-shore sped,

Its course fulfilling ;
Till the Ægean's briny bed

Took the bright rill in.
When lo! was wrought for aye a thone

Of special wonder ;
Fresh and untainted ran that stream

The salt seas under.

Proof against every wave's attempt

To interfuse it ;
From briny mixture still exempt,

It flowed pellucid.
And thus it kept for many a mile

Its pathway singie;
Current, in which nor gall nor guile

Could ever mingle.
And all day long with onward march

The streamlet glided ;
And when night came, Diana's torch

The wanderer guided ;
Till unto thee, sweet Sicily,

From doubt and danger,
From land and ocean's terrors free,

She led the stranger ;
And there gushed forth, the pride and vaunt

Of Syracusa,
The bright, time-honoured, glorious fount

Of Arethusa.

O ladye, such be thy career,

Such be thy guidance ;
From every earthly foe and fear

Such be thy riddance !
Safe from the tainted evil tongue

Of foes insidious;
Brineless the bitter waves among

Of “friends” perfidious.
Such be thy life-live on, live on!

Nor couldst thou choose a
Name more appropriate than thine own,
Fair Arethusa!

F. M. THE LADYE OF LEE.

'There's a being bright, whose beams
Light my days and gild my dreams,
Till my life all sunshine seems—'tis the ladye of Lee.
Oh! the joy that Beauty brings,
While her merry laughter rings,
And her voice of silver sings—how she loves but me!
There's a grace in every limb,
There's a charm in every whim,
And the diamond cannot dim—the dazzling of her e'e :
But there's a light amid
All the lustre of her lid,
That from the crowd is hid—and only I can see,
'Tis the glance by which is shown
That she loves but me alone;
That she is all mine own-this ladye of Lee.
Then say, can it be wrong,
If the burden of my song
Be, how fondly I'll belong to this ladye of Lee ?

LIFE, A BUBBLE.-A BIRD'S-EYE VIEW THEREOF. La pluie au bassin fait des bulles ; Down comes rain drop, bubble follows Les hirondelles sur le toit

On the house top one by one Tiennent des conciliabules

Flock the synagogue of swallows, Voici l'hiver! voici le froid!

Met to vote that autumn's gone. Elles s'assemblant par centaines,

There are hundreds of them sitting, Se concertant pour le depart,

Met to vote in unison; L'unê dit, Oh que dans Athènes

They resolve on general flitting. Il fait bon sur le vieux rempart.

. I'm for Athens off," says one. Tous les ans j'y vais, et je niche " Every year my place is filled in Aux metopes du Parthenon:

Plinth of pillared Parthenon, Mon nid bouche dans la corniche

Where a ball has struck the building Le trou d'un boulet de canon.

Shot from Turk's besieging gun." L'antre, J'ai ma petite Chambre

“ As for me, I've got my chamber A Smyrne au plafond d'un café;

O'er a Smyrna coffee shop, Les Hadjis comptent reur grains d'ambre Where his beadroll, made of amber. Sur le seuil d'un rayon chauffé,

Hadji counts, and sips a drop." Celle ci, J'habite un trigliphe

“ I prefer Palmyra's scantlings, Au fronton d'un temple a Baalbec, Architraves of lone Baalbec, Je m'y suspends par ma griffe

Perched on which I feed my bantlings Sur mes petits a large bec.

As they ope their bonnie beak.” A la seconde cataracte,

While the last, to tell her plan, says, Dit la dernière, j'ai mon nid,

“ On the second cataract J'en ai noté la place exacte,

I've a statue of old Ramses, Dans le cou d'un roi de granit.

And his neck is nicely crack'd." THEO. GAUTIER, 19th Sept. Moniteur. 20th Sept. Globe.

F. M

INAUGURAL ODE TO THE AUTHOR OF

“ VANITY FAIR." *

1.
Ours is a faster, quicker age:
Yet erst in Goldsmith's howely Wakefield Vicarage,
While Lady Blarney, from the West End, glozes

'Mid the Primroses,

Fudge! cries Squire Thornhill,
Much to the wonder of young greenhorn Moses.

Such word of scorn ill
Matches the “ Wisdom Fair” thy wbim proposes

To hold in Cornhill.

2.
With Fudge, or Blarney, or the “ Thames on Fire;”.

Treat not thy buyer;
But proffer good material -

A genuine Cereal,
Value for twelvepence, and not dear at twenty.
Such wit replenishes thy horn of plenty.

3.
Nor wit alone dispense,

But sense ;
And with thy sparkling Xerez
Let us have Ceres.
Of loaf thou hast no lack,
Nor set, like Shakespeare's zany, forth
With lots of sack,
Of bread one pennyworth.

4.
Sprightly, and yet sagacious,
Funny, yet farinaceous,
Dashing, and yet methodical-
So may thy periodical,
On this auspicious morn,

Exalt its horn,
Throned on the Hill of Corn;

5.
Of aught that smacks of sect, surplice, or synod,

Be thy grain winnowd !
Nor deign to win one laugh

With empty chaff. * The “Cornhill Magazine,” January, 1860. Reprinted by permission of Messrs. Smith, Elder & Co.

INAUGURAL ODE TO THE AUTHOR OF

VANITY FAIR.” 573

Shun aught o'er which dullard or bigot gloats;

Nor seek our siller
With meal from Titus Oates,

Or flour of Joseph Miller.

6.
There's corn in Egypt still
(Pilgrim from Cairo to Cornhill!),
Give each his fill.
But, all comers among,

Treat best the young ;
Fill the big brothers' knapsacks from thy bins,
But slip the cup of Love in Benjamin's.

7.
Next as to those
Who bring their lumbering verse or ponderous prose

To where good Smith and Elder

Have so long held their
Well-garnished Cornhill storehouse-

Bid them not bore us,

Tell them instead
To take their load next street, the Hall of Lead !

8.
Only one word besides.

As he who tanneth hides
Stocketh with proper implements his tannery ;

So thou, Friend ! do not fail

To store a stout corn-flail,
Ready for use, within thy Cornhill granary.

Of old thou walk'd abroad,
Prompt to right wrongs, Caliph Haroun al Rashid :

Deal thus with fraud,
Or Job, or Humbug-thrash it!

9.

Courage, old Friend ! long found
Firm at thy task, nor in first purpose fickle :

Up! choose thy ground,
Put forth thy shining sickle ;-

Shun the dense underwood

Of Dunce or Dunderhood;
But reap North, South, East, Far West.

The world-wide Harvest !

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