Twins! female twins !-it was enough to stun Then strove their stag-eyed mother to calm down "O! Most Serene! why dost thou stamp and frown, I love to gaze on !-Pr'ythee, thou hadst best But not her words, nor e'en her tears, could slack Wherein a woman might be poked — a few At this sad order; but their slaveships knew H For Ali had a sword, much like himself, A crooked blade, guilty of human gore- Nor yet in peace he laid it on the shelf, But jested with it, and his wit cut sore; Therefore his slaves, with most obedient fears, In vain her tongue wept sorrow in their ears; Though there were some felt willing to oppose, Yet when their heads came in their heads, that minute, Though 'twas a piteous case, they put her in it. And when the sack was tied, some two or three Was doom'd to have a winding sheet of water. The waters oped, and the wide sack full-fill'd A moment more, and all its face was still'd, But Heaven beheld, and awful witness bore, Next night, a head—a little lady head, Push'd through the waters a most glassy face, With weedy tresses, thrown apart and spread, Comb'd by 'live ivory, to show the space Of a pale forehead, and two eyes that shed She oped her lips-lips of a gentle blush, So pale it seem'd near drowned to a white,She oped her lips, and forth their sprang a gush Of music bubbling through the surface light; The leaves are motionless, the breezes hush To listen to the air-and through the night There come these words of a most plaintive ditty, Sobbing as they would break all hearts with pity: THE WATER PERI'S SONG. Farewell, farewell, to my mother's own daughter, The Mussul-man coming to fish in this water, This sack is her coffin, this water's her bier, Farewell, farewell, to the child of Al Hassan, My mother's own daughter-the last of her race She's a corpse, the poor body! and lies in this basin, And sleeps in the water that washes her face. REMONSTRATORY ODE, FROM THE Elephant at exeter change, to mr. mathews at the ENGLISH OPERA-HOUSE. -See with what courteous action, He beckons you to a more removed ground."— Hamlet. (WRITTEN BY a friend.] OH, Mr. Mathews! Sir ! (If a plain elephant may speak his mind, I long have thought, and wished to say, that we By being such near neighbours, My keeper now hath lent me pen and ink, The whole menagerie is in repose, The Coatamundi is in his Sunday clothes, 'Gainst the wet tin; And the confined old Monkey's in the straw : Slumbering in milk, and sighing; Miss Cross is sipping ox-tail soup, In her front coop, So here's the happy mid-day moment ;—yes, A word or two To you On the subject of the ruin which must come On the same nights; two treats So very near each other, As, oh my brother! To play old gooseberry with both receipts. When you begin Your summer fun, three times a week, at eight, I feel a change in Exeter 'Change's change. To ring my bell, when you ring yours, and go, But crowds that meant to see me eat a stack, A root of mangel-wurzel with my foot, Pick from the floor small coins, And then turn slowly round and show my India-rubber loins : 'Tis strange-most strange, but true, That these same crowds seek you! Pass my abode and pay at your next door! It makes me roar With anguish when I think of this; I go My fatal funny foe! And when I stoop, as duty bids, I sigh And feel that, while poor elephantine I, Pick up a sixpence, you pick up the pounds! Could you not go? Could you not take the Cobourg or the Surrey? Or Sadler's Wells,-(I am not in a hurry, I never am!) for the next season ?—oh ! Woe! woe! woe! To both of us, if we remain ; for not No true great person (and we both are great In our own ways) would tempt another's fate- In Mr. Cross's cart; |