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business of the night, when we were were made, and Lady Caroline there. ushered into their place of meeting, fore intimated her intention to prowhich was a spacious and elegantly. ceed with the second chapter of her furnished


no doubt, set apart novel. It was the dullest thing I for the purpose. Lady Caroline Lam- had ever heard ; an attempt, nainely, bert, a showy, rather than a beauti- to describe the company assembled ful woman, sat at the upper end of at a new inn in the iminediate neigha large table, covered with books, bourhood of a lately-discovered mipapers, and writing materials ; her neral well. There was a blustering friends, both male and female, had Highland Chieftain, a coarse English taken their seats on either side ; and fox-hunter, a cunning vulgar attorat the lower end, opposite her lady- ney, a very common-place doctor, ship, was a young clergyman, proba. half a dozen young men of “ decided bly not yet provided with a church, genius,” and a few other male ciphers. but who, in the well-grounded hope Then, among the women, her heof securing her ladyship’s patronage, roine, as it seemed, was a half-crazed, was happy to hold, in the mean time, unnatural sort of character, ycleped, the highly-honourable situation of in the true spirit of a modern romance, Secretary to the literary institution Clara Mowbray; the minor stars which she had succeeded in establish- were, a worn-out coquette, ma dising at Edgefield. After the cere contented wife, ready to run away mony of my introduction to the fair with the first man who offered,-a President had been duly performed, low-bred Scotchwoman, introduced, the minutes of the previous meeting for the first time, into any thing like were read, and, as near as I can re- good society,—and some half score of collect, they were of the following silly, giggling girls, stantes sine noimport :

mine umbrae. Her auditors seemed “ Lambert Castle, Edgefield, delighted ; but I, though no novela

20th Sept. 1823. reader, recollected something of Smol“At the fifteenth meeting of the let and Fielding-names which one * Literary and Poetical Association' almost never hears of now, and of this place, Lady Caroline Lam- could not bring myself to believe, bert in the ir, her ladyship was that even the slightest approximagraciously pleased to favoúr the So tion had been made to them in the ciety with the first chapter of her present production.

Yet there was new novel, which she hopes to have evidently an attempt to sketch chaready for publication by the end of racter strongly and decidedly, as they the year. Her ladyship also read to had done" Heu! quanto intervallo." the Society a few deeply pathetic and Lady Caroline's task being ended, beautiful stanzas upon the death of much to her own and the company's a favourite lamb, which Sir William, satisfaction, Miss Digges, the successbeing unfortunately somewhat short- ful debutante of the previous evensighted, had shot, mistaking it for ing, was called upon for any one of his own deer. Miss Jemima effusion” which she had been so kind Digges then produced her long-pro as bring with her. Of course, all mised Sonnet, being an address to eyes were instantly turned upon the the Evening Star. Mr Theodore Pea- amiable poetess. She was a sallow, cock repeated his two parodies of sentimental-looking girl, with red Moore's celebrated songs, The Last hair, and a mouth which, when she Rose of Summer,' and «The Meet ventured to smile, stretched itself ing of the Waters.' Miss Ellen Som out to a most portentous longitude. mers read an interesting translation Upon the present occasion, casting of several scenes from Jouy's new a pair of pale blue eyes up to the tragedy, entitled “ Sylla.' The Hon. ceiling, with a look intended to reMr Cecil Rae communicated his re present the most seraphic sweetness, cent discovery in the art of penman- she entreated to be passed over for ship, by which all authors will be this night; but Lady Caroline would enabled to write with both hands at take no refusal, and Miss Digges, not once. At half past eleven the Society daring to rebel any longer, only obadjourned."

served, by way of preface" You Upon these minutes no remarks know I make Wordsworth my mo

“ sweet

del,” and then recited, with much Sweet artless victim ! if thou wert my pathos, the following Sonnet-a copy child, of which, as well as of the other (Which thou art not, and ne'er, alas! pieces that follow, my friend Dicke can be,) son afterwards procured for me :

I'd snatch thee from those billows salt and

wild, Sonnet,

And, putting on thy clothes, would set By a Lady of Sensibility.

thee free ;“I saw a beggar knock at Mary's door,

But, as it is, I must in silence gaze, As old a man as ever I had seen ;

Omniscient Heaven ! how strange are all I daresay he was eighty-five, or more,

thy ways !" And pale, and weak, and very, very

“ With your ladyship’s permislean; And, as he walk’d, his poor old limbssion, I shall now read my Sonnet, seem'd sore,

cried a voice from the lower end of And through his tatter'd clothes the the table, which proceeded from a wild winds blew ;

little man, with bright grey eyes, a His pantaloons were made of many a score brown scratch wig, and a cork-leg. Of different patches-every shape and “We shall be delighted to hear it, hue ;

Mr Winterdykes, answered her The fragment of a coat was on his back, ladyship. All eyes sparkled, for Mr

And on his head the remnant of a hat; Winterdykes was looked on as the His hair was grey, though it had once Peter Pindar of the Society, and been black,

though nobody liked to be made the His back was round, though it had subject of his satire, yet every one once been flat :

was pleased when he seemed disposed Mary soon saw him, and the generous soul Gave him a penny to procure a roll.”.

to vent it on another. Assuming the

solemn air of mock-heroic dignity, Long and loud was the applause he rose from the table, walked into with which this production was receiv. the middle of the room, planted his ed, and it unfortunately produced the cork-leg firmly behind, moved his same effect on the sweet poetess which wig somewhat awry, rolled his little applause, in general, is too apt to do. twinkling eye " in a fine phrenzy, ' It silenced, at once, any faint whis- and casting up his hands to heaven, perings of modesty, and brought into remarked, before commencing, in a full play all the conceit of a little sort of parenthesis, but so gravely, mind, puffed up, almost to bursting, that it was impossible to say whether with the consciousness of its own he was in joke or in earnest, “You powers. Spontaneously, therefore, know I make Milton my model ; and and with a smile of condescension, happening, last week, as I returned she announced to us her intention of home a little tipsy from a convivial favouring us with something more. party, to have my attention arrested "I was at Ramsgate," said she, "in by the Moon, these lines flowed from the autumn of last year, and the my mouth in a fit of irrepressible shocking barbarities which I saw inspiration : daily committed on the shore, called from me, in a fit of indignant inspi- Sonnet to the Moon. ration, the following

Cream-coloured Moon! you now are in Sonnet.

the sky Poor little innocent ! I grieve to see Smiling, aye laughing, till you hold Thy mother plunge thee in the deep, deep ocean,

You don your

seven-leagued boots," Whose waves, although they hardly reach and then you fly her knee,

Through the blue ether with a giant's Sweep o'er thy shoulders in severe

strides; commotion.

You're like a jaunting-car, or pleasureIndeed it is a fearful thing to me,

your sides ;

boat To view thee sprawl, and scratch, and That through the vast expanse of watear, and kick;

ters goes, And hear thee, in thy depth of misery, Only you care not for a helm one groat, Vent all thy soul in one unbroken As people say, you follow your own



eyes ?

Folks call you “ lady"--gentle, fair, and with Lady Caroline's request, that tender,

she would read or recite the poem I'd rather guess you of the other gender ; which she had selected for this even. And why?

because you're not a handsome ing from her numerous stock. There fellow,

was something peculiarly interesting Nay, on my conscience, you're an ugly

in this young lady's countenance. loon ;

Her eye was of a deep melancholy Your face is far too roand, and rather

blue, and her whole appearance pre.. yellowYou've surely got the jaundice, Mr

sented me with a personification of Moon."

female genius, more unison with

the beau-ideal of my fancy, than I Some of the younger members ever expected to have seen realized. stuffed their handkerchiefs into their I listened, therefore, with much atmouths, and others laughed out- tention, to the following verses, or, as right; but Mr Winterdykes walked the Italians would call them, quaback to his seat with the same com

dernarii. posure that he had left it. Mr Theodore Peacock was next

The Enfant's Dream. applied to ; rather a handsome young “ I look'd upon a sleeping infant's face, man, with a Roman nose, and a And saw a smile come o'er it, brightly Grecian brow, but withal, somewhat

beaming too fashionably dressed to have much Like some rich tint of morning loveliness; genius. He who allows his musta- Tell me of what was that young cherub chios to grow, who wears a diamond dreaming ? ring on his little finger, and buries his ears within the collar of his shirt, What heav'nly sounds were in its infant can never write good poetry; he will

ears? never produce any thing superior

What heav'nly sight before its infant to the following translation of Mr Theodore Peacock, who, turning Perhaps the music of the rolling spheres, with an air of fashionable badinage

Perhaps the glories of the starry skies. to Miss Ellen Sommers, beside whom Perhaps it wander'd among worlds of he sat, recited these lines :

light, Cantata,

A viewless spirit of the sunny air ;

Perhaps it gaz'd on that eternal site
From the Italian of Zappi.

Where sinless angels heav'nly pleasures “ Dunque, O vaga mia diva," &c.

share. “ Because no blushing roses deck Whate'er they were, thy dreams were My gentle Clementina's cheek,

not of earth, Fears she to see my love decay,

For not o'er thee, sweet babe! had yet And fade like evening light away ?

been thrown Ah ! knows she not her's is the hue

The taint that poisons every mortal birth, Of love most tender, warm, and true ? And marks the child of man, Misfor. Ah! knows she not young lovers slight

tune! for thy own." The flowers with flaunting colours bright, But never willingly forget

The next candidate for public apThe pale, but modest violet ?

plause was a gentleman in black, at Ah! knows she not, at break of morn, least six feet high, and though proThough no vermilion tints adorn

bably on the borders of fifty, yet as The lily, yet Aurora loves,

slender as a stripling of eighteen. As o'er the mountain's brow she roves,

He was certainly one of the most To pluck that flower so white, so fair,

awkward beings I had ever seen, yet And bind it in her golden hair ?"

there was something like húmour in Miss Sommers, whose face was, in his face. I was not surprised to hear fact, remarkably pale, seemed not a him commence with hoping that the little disconcerted by the somewhat ladies would recollect he was an old indelicate manner which she was thus bachelor, and, besides, that he was made the object of general attention. answerable only for the words, not With the hope of concealing her con- for the ideas, of the poem he was fusion, as soon as her admirer had about to recite, it being a translafinished, she hastened to comply tion, and was entitled

up here?"

Cupid's Love.

The whole of the crowd had now paid

their addresses, Imitated from the Italian of Rossi.

And Cupid had heard all their cares and “ One day, as all ancient historians agree,

distresses ; Master Cupid determin’d to hold a levee ;

One only remain'd, whom Caprice had So he call'd for his porter, to stand at his

refus'd gate,

To admit, and, besides, had most grossly To admit all his guests in due order and

abus'd, state.

For he bore him a grudge ; if you ask His porter soon came, and his name is

me his name, Caprice,

You must know it was Wisdom_I tell Conceit is his daughter, and Prudery his

it with shame; niece ; He stood at the gate in his high-powder'd But at last, when he saw that he would

not depart, wig,

Caprice sought his master with wrath at And, like all other porters, he look'd migh

his heart, ty big :

And, bowing profoundly, he said with a And, proud of his pow't, as our history

sneer, pretends,

• Old Wisdom's below, shall I show him He only admitted particular friends. First, Youth was receiv'd with a smile Poor square-toes !' cried Cupid, supand a bow,

pressing a smile ; A favourite of Cupid's, as all men allow; • And has he been waiting, kind soul, all Then Beauty was welcom'd with much

this while ? complaisance,

Pray tell the old boy I am busy to-day, For the Graces were with her each charm He may call the next time that he passes to enhance ;

this way.'" Then, next, were admitted both Laugh. ter and Sport,

Every body declared that this was But the time of their stay, it is said, positively libellous, and that, as none was but short ;

but an old bachelor would have writThey are not at their ease when they ten it, no one but an old bachelor visit the court :

would ever have thought of translaNext, Jealousy came, with two friends by ting it. “ Here, I am sure, is a genher side,

tleman,” said Lady Caroline, turne' Mistress Folly was one, and the other ing to me with one of her sweetest Don Pride ;

smiles, “ who entertains less satirical And long was the audience they had of notions of the tender passion, whether their lord,

he be a bachelor or not." “ Your For this was a trio that Cupid ador'd ; And manythe weighty affairs they debated, ladyship does me only justice," anToo important by far to be publicly stated: swered I, with a bow. “ I am a ba

an old one Then Treachery made his appearance, chelor, and I may say with face

too, but I have not yet forgot the As grim as a Courtier's when turn'd out

time when I enjoyed of place;

“The bloom of young desire, and purple But Cupid was graciously pleas'd to be kind,

light of love." So Treachery soon gave his cares to the wind :

My“ hour was now come.” No Rage enter'd the next, and you soon apology would be taken, and to vin. might descry,

dicate, therefore, the sincerity of the By a something like pleasure that glanced declaration I had just made, I re

peated, as well as my memory would That the god had receiv'd him with com. allow, some lines I had written beplaisance too,

fore I was nineteen, and which I had As gods, when they think it expedient, dignified with the name of

will do:
Then Innocence, bright as a morning in

Mutual Love.
And Constancy, stood in the glittering "0! 'tis a joy all joys above

To know that an innocent heart is But I rather suspect they were turn'd thine, out of doors,

To press with thy lip the lips you love, For Cupid pronounced them a couple of And round the dear ncck thy arm to bores.

twine :

in his eye,

The rapturous sigh, and the melting To it we have owed all our happiest hours, glance,

To it we will owe all our happiness Delights the ear, and enchants the eye;

still. And lost in affection's 'witching trance, Worlds may perish, and ages may roll,

The soul is serene as a Summer sky. But mutual affection can never be 0! Heav'n itself has no happier hours

cloy'd ; Than those spent by young lovers in Ours is the love which takes root in the youth's bright day,

soul, 'Tis the sunshine of life, ere the darkling And only can die when the soul is de. show'rs

stroy'd ; Have hurried that sunshine for ever Ours is the love God has doom'd to be away.

The bright pure love of eternity." The bosom is pure and the heart is warm,

And all around there is golden light ; As soon as I had ended, the secreUnknown as yet is the winter storm, tary, who had observed Lady Caro

Unfelt as yet is the winter blight. line indulge in a secret yawn or two Irene! I've watch'd on thy lip the smile, during my recitation, begged to reAnd gain'd new life from thy balmy mind her that it was now eleven breath;

o'clock. She took the hint with much Whilst on thy dear brow there shone the thankfulness, and the Society was while

adjourned. Love's simple gift, a rosy wreath ;

Dickson returned with me to the But little needed that brow so fair Lilies or roses to give it grace;

inn, where we finished another bottle Thy sunny ringlets of amber hair

of wine, and talked over our evenWere all it requir'd of loveliness.

ing's amusement. Early next mornSurely, Irene, such love as ours

ing I left Edgefield. When I may Is not like the love that is changed at again visit it, Heaven only knows. will ;

H. G. B.

MY FIRST SERMON. Nearly five-and-twenty years the gurgling of the waters, and the have elapsed since I first mounted sweet chirpings of the birds, and the the pulpit of - The occurrences hummings of bees. The scene that of that day are deeply engraven on presented itself to my view was one my mind. It was a delightful morn of no common beauty. It was faing in June, and the eighth of the miliar to my earliest impressions, month. The sun shone forth in all and the sight of it, on this morning its brilliancy and splendour. There of my first public ministrations, awas scarcely sufficient breeze to agi- wakened recollections that were deeptate the trees of my father's small ly seated, and almost overwhelming. garden. The small birds chirped on It was here that I had spent the earthe bushes, as if rejoicing in the ge- ly days of innocence and childbood. neral harmony; and there was a Every tree and stone were connected calmness, and stillness, and quiet re with some association of history or pose, which is only felt and perceive of feeling; and the impressions of ed on a Sabbath morning. All na youth, which are always indelible, ture, on that morning of rest, seemed came rushing on my mind with irreto participate in the cessation from sistible force. I had spent a lively labour, and to breathe a purer air. and happy childhood in these sylvan When I first looked abroad from my scenes, under the superintendance chamber, my anxious spirit was re and tuition of a fond and affectionate freshed by the beauty and quietness father, who still lived to witness the of general nature. No one of the fruits of his fostering care. In the lords of creation was to be seen e joyousness of youth, I had become broad, and the dumb animals lay the familiar favourite of every cotstretched at their ease in the green tager around us. I strolled on the fields and sunny braes. The little hills, fished in the streams, and burn rippled down, and sparkled in sought birds' nests in the woods, with the glances of the sun-beam; and the youngest of my own sex; and I the only sounds that were heard were courted and danced with the wood

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