WHO has e'er been in London, that overgrown place, Has seen Lodgings to Let' stare him full in the face; Some are good, and let dearly; while some,'tis well known, Are so dear, and so bad, they are best let alone. Will Waddle, whose temper was studious and lonely, 6 He entered his rooms, and to bed he retreated, Next night 'twas the same, and the next, and the next; In six months his acquaintance began much to doubt him ; 6 He sent for a doctor, and cried like a ninny : 'I have lost many pounds-make me well-there's a guinea.' The doctor looked wise: 'A slow fever,' he said: 1 Prescribed sudorifics and going to bed. Sudorifics in bed,' exclaimed Will, 'are humbugs! I've enough of them there without paying for drugs!' Will kicked out the doctor; but when ill indeed, Look'e, landlord, I think,' argued Will with a grin, Quoth the landlord: Till now I had ne'er a dispute; I've let lodgings ten years; I'm a baker to boot; 1 Sudorifics, medicines causing sweat. In airing your sheets, sir, my wife is no sloven; The oven!' says Will. Says the host: Why this passion? In that excellent bed died three people of fashion. Why so crusty, good sir?' 'Zounds!' cries Will, in a taking, 'Who wouldn't be crusty with half a year's baking?' Will paid for his rooms; cried the host, with a sneer, 'Well, I see you've been going away half a year.' 'Friend, we can't well agree; yet no quarrel,' Will said; 'But I'd rather not perish while you make your bread.' THE HERMIT. (BEATTIE.) James Beattie, a Scottish poet, was born in Kincardine in 1735. 'The Minstrel' is his most admired poem. He died in 1803. AT the close of the day, when the hamlet is still, 'Ah! why, all abandoned to darkness and woe, 'Now gliding remote on the verge of the sky, 1 Symphonious, sweet-sounding. 2 Philomela, the nightingale. Philomela was a Greek princess who is said to have been changed into a nightingale. "Tis night, and the landscape is lovely no more: I mourn, but, ye woodlands, I mourn not for you ; 1 Kind Nature the embryo 1 blossom will save. 'Twas thus, by the glare of false science betrayed, That leads to bewilder, and dazzles to blind, My thoughts wont to roam from shade onward to shadeDestruction before me, and sorrow behind. 'O pity, great Father of Light,' then I cried, Thy creature, who fain would not wander from thee; 'And darkness and doubt are now flying away, So breaks on the traveller, faint and astray, See Truth, Love, and Mercy, in triumph descending, On the cold cheek of death smiles and roses are blending, 1 Embryo, the part of the reed which will form the future plant. 2 Effulgence, brightness. |