Unconscious yet of pleasure's latent sting, Then first attentive to the voice of truth, We learn how fast thy tempting charms decay; Ah! could ye still be guiltless as ye seem, But longer travell'd in this changing state, Of op'ning sense few traces yet appear, Of vanished scenes and sweet enjoyments past, Life, of its treasures prodigal, imparts Ah! little heed ye, triflers, as ye are, Soon chilled by winter, finds no second spring. Then prize the present hour, for who can say, To you the mazy labyrinth of life, Perhaps adversity may mark your course, Oh, melancholy prospect! happier they, AN UNPUBLISHED POEM OF LORD BYRON. To Faithless, from my heart I wring thee; Faithless be the hearts that mind thee; My waking day-dreams thought they found thee, CUPID'S PLUMES. As I cheerfully stray'd by the Cam's winding side In a tuft of green sedges we Cupid espy'd, Undiscern'd by the urchin we silent remain'd, His labours attentively view'd; While the arch little wag, by his song thus explain'd. The mystical work he pursu'd! "So various in temper the females are found, 'My art to a science I've brought: ""Tis by practical knowledge I now fix the wound, "To rule o'er the sex as I ought. "For the talkative Miss, pert, loquacious, and loud, "From the Parrot's green wing I provide: "And the Jay's gaudy plumage shall reach in the crowd "The Minx that is fashion'd by pride. "From the sorrowful warbler that sings in the grove, "Sad Philomel, plaintively sweet, "Some feathers I've stol'n for despondents in love, To soften their woes in retreat: i For the painted Coquet, most affectedly vain, The Peacock has granted supply; And to those who at midnight support Folly's train, "Owl-wing'd my keen arrows shall fly." Then, perceiv'd by his Godship, he gaz'd with surprise; And seeing us move to depart, "Here's Modesty's portion," exulting, he cries, And lodg'd it in Hebe's pure heart. To my arms the chaste maiden then instantly flew, And bade me the anguish remove; From her bosom with rapture the arrow I drew, Fledg'd with down from the breast of a Dove. THE THIEF. I tell with equal truth and grief She stole the whiteness of the snow. THE STAGE COACH. Resolv'd to visit a far distant friend, A porter to the Bull and Gate I send, And bid the slave at all events engage Some place or other, in the Chester stage. The slave returns, 'tis done as soon as said"Your honour's sure, when once the money's paid." Thy brother whip, impatient of delay, Puts to at three, and swears he cannot stay.Four dismal hours to come ere break of day. Rouzed from sound sleep, thrice call'd, at length I rise, Yawning with outstretch'd arms, and half-clos By steps and lantern enter the machine, A person had been telling many incredible stories. In order to repress this impertinence, Professor Engle, who happened to be present, said, "But, Gentlemen, all this amounts to very little, when I can assure you the celebrated organist, Abbe Vogler, once imitated a thunder-storm so well, that for miles round all the milk turned sour!" RUBBISH. In a cause respecting a will, at Derby assizes, evidence was given to prove the testatrix, (an apothecary's wife) a lunatic; and, amongst other things, it was deposed that she had swept a quantity of pots, lotions, potions, &c. into the street, as rubbish. "I doubt," said the Learned Judge, "whether sweeping physic into the street be any proof of insanity. "True, my Lord," replied the Counsel, “but sweeping the pots away certainly was,” And yet, perhaps, ere one short moon glides by, THE ADDRESS OF A SEXTON TO A BRIDE Poets I have heard with all their rhymes and riddling, Have but one god for physic, and for fiddling; So I, poor Bard, these dogged rhymes perplex'd on, Forc'd to compare Hyperion to a Sexton! And wag your blossoms many a summer over; ON A WEDDING ANNIVERSARY. Launch'd on this changeful sea of life With thee, joint pilot, help-mate, wife! Our Union bark, with vent'rous prow, Set sail just twenty years ago. Love was our load-star, Hope our chart, Our richest cargo-truth of heart. Prudence, and Industry, in turn, Directed at the head and stern. These made our vessel safely sail, 'Mid many a rough and trying gale; These made us steer, o'er rock and sand, To calm contentment's peaceful strand: And still, with "Providence our guide," May aid us smoothly on to glide, Till, every shoal and quicksand past, The havon of Heaven be our's at last. WOODEN WALLS. Our "Wooden Walls" were long the Patriot toast, (From "Hero and Leander, and Bacchus and At last, with twinkle o'er a distant tower, The boy beheld,--beheld it from the sea, And parted his wet locks, and breathed with gice, And rose, in swimming, more triumphantly. He had not long left home; but at the shore He made no stay; his eye but just ran o'er The hills behind; and stripping him, he laid His clothes within a nook some holm-trees made, And o'er the pebbles, in his naked pride, Trampling the surf rushed down into the tide. Smooth was the sea that night, the lover strong, His shoulders felt, and trailed his washing hair; Arrived at last on shallow ground, he saw With a white hand, and vanished as before. THE DEATH OF LEANDER, BY THE SAME. Meantime the sun had sunk; the hilly mark All but the washing of the eternal seas, Hero looked out, and trembling augured ill, The darkness held its breath so very still. But yet she hoped he might arrive before The storm began, or not be far from shore; And crying, as she stretched forth in the air, "Bless him!" she turned, and said a tearful prayer, But what? the torch gone out! So long too! See, Turns thither with glad groan his stout regard; But driven about at last, and drench'd the while, more. Then dreadful thoughts of death, of waves heaped on him, And friends, and parting daylight rush upon him, He thinks of prayers to Neptune and his daugh ters, And Venus, Hero's queen, sprung from the waters; And then of Hero only,-how she fares, And what she'll feel, when the blank morn ap. pears; And at that thought he stiffens once again Fierce draughts he swallows of the wilful wave, YOUTH. By a young Lady, now dead, Gay happy state, when life begins to bloom, And mounted to the tower, and shook the torch's Sweet morn of life! untinctured with its pain, flare. But he, Leander, almost half across, Glowing with ardour, and with transport warni Sport in gay circles round thy smiling form, Oh! ye, just entered on her tempting sphere, my black silk breeches were not stout enough to save me from the painful effects of this sudden fomentation, and for some minutes my legs and thighs seemed stewing in a boiling caudron; but recollecting how Sir Thomas had disguised his torture, when I trod upon his toe, I firmly bore my pain in silence, and sat with my lower extremities parboiled, amidst the stifled giggling of the ladies and the servants. I will not relate the several blunders which I made during the first course, or the distress occasioned by my being desired to carve a fowl, or help to various dishes that stood near me, spilling a sauce-boat, and knocking down a salt-seller; rather let me hasten to the second course, where fresh disasters overwhelmed me quite." 3-one gave I had a piece of rich sweet pudding on my fork, when Miss Louisa Friendly begged to trouble me for a pigeon that stood near me; in my haste, scarce knowing what I did, I whipped the pudding into my mouth, hot as a burning coal; it was impossible to conceal my agony, my eyes were starting from their sockets. At last, in spite of shame and resolution, I was obliged to drop the cause of torment on my plate. Sir Thomas and the Ladies all compassionated my misfortune, and each advised a different application;recommended oil, another water, but all agreed that wine was best for drawing out the fire; and a glass of sherry was brought me from the sideboard, which I snatched up with eagerness:-but, oh! how shall I tell the sequel?Whether the butler by accident mistook, or purposely designed to drive me mad, he me the strongest brandy, with which I filled my mouth, already flea'd and blistered; totally unused to every kind of ardent spirits, with my tongue, throat, and palate, as raw as beef, what could I do? I could not swallow, and, clapping my hands upon my mouth, the cursed liquor squirted through my nose and fingers like a fountain, over all the dishes; and I crushed by bursts of laughter from all quarters. In vain did Sir Thomas reprimand the servants, and Lady Friendly chide her daughters; for the measure of my shame and their diversion was not yet complete. relieve me from the intolerable state of perspi ration, which this accident had caused, without considering what I did, I wiped my face with that ill-fated handkerchief, which was still wet from the consequences of the fall of Xenophon, and covered all my features with streaks of ink in every direction. The Baronet himself could not support this shock, but joined his Lady in the general laugh; while I sprung from the table in despair, rushed out of the house, and ran home in an agony of confusion and disgrace, which the most poignant sense of guilt could have excited. To Thus, without having deviated from the path of moral rectitude, I am suffering torments like a "goblin damn'd." The lower DR. TUDWAY.-The celebrated Dr. Tudwa having been dangerously ill of a quinsy, an unable for some time to swallow either food a medicine, the Physician who attended him a length said to Mrs. Tudway, "Courage. Madam, the Doctor will get up May-hill yst he has swallowed some nourishment.' Tudwa, immediately rejoined─"Don't believe him. my dear; one swallow makes no summer." An active groom advertizing for a place. represents himself a resident of Cripple-gate. Naval Officer, why sailors generally take of NAVAL PUN.-A Gentleman enquiring of a their shirts on going into action, was answered that "they were unwilling to have any chec to fighting." CHARLES BANNISTER. That inveterat punster, coming into a coffee-room one storing night, said, "He never saw such a wind in his heard of such a thing as seeing a wind; pray life.' "Saw a wind," says a friend, "I never what was it like?" 'Like," answered Charles "like to have blown my hat off." Satire. A DESCRIPTION OF LONDON. Houses, churches mixt together, Gaudy things enough to tempt ye, Showy outsides, inside empty; Bubbles, trades, mechanic arts, Coaches, wheelbarrows, and carts. Warrants, bailiffs, bills unpaid, |