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I say not improving---some of our senses
Tit Bits. to a greater degree of acuteness, to make the fairest prospects of nature, or the noblest productions of art, appear horrid and deformed. To see things truly, and
WHAT COMPLEXION A PERSON as they are in themselves, would not MUST HAVE TO BE AMIABLE. always be of advantage to us in the
I had once in my youth a schoolfellow, moral, any more than in the natural world.
a good brave lad, who read Robinson Crusoe with pleasure, and would have
willingly inhabited a desart island for his But after all, who can assure us, that life. When he grew older he went to the pleasure of virtuous fame dies with England, and never rested till a ship its possessor, and does not reach to a took him with it to the West Indies. On farther scene of existence !--- There is the voyage he was overtaken by a couple nothing either absurd or unphilosophical of storms, ate bad food, and drank stinkin supposing it possible at least, that the ing water; so that my good schoolfellow praises of the good and wise,---" the was cured of all his romantic ideas. sweetest music to an honest ear," in “ The water has no rafiers," he was acthis world, may be echoed back to the customed from henceforward to say, with mansions of the next.
the departed Musæus, who also was very
fearful of the water. « Remain on shore, But, abstracted from such a supposi- and live honestly.” This sentence he foltion, can it be reasonable to extinguish lowed truly, became the oversee", and a passion which nature has universally afterwards even the master, of a plantalighted up in the human breast, and tion, gained a small property, and rewhich we constantly find to burn with turned with it to his native country. most strength and brightness in the no He brought with him a young orphan blest and best formed bosoms?
negress, whom he took in her twelfth
year out of compassion. In her thirTo be convinced of the great advan- fourteenth he thought her pretty, and in
ieenth he liked her very well; in her tage of cherishing this high regard to posterity, this noble desire of an after her fifteenth he loved her.' In her six
teenth he made an attack on her innolife in the breath of others, one need
cence, and as the amiable black maiden only look back upon the history of the antient Greeks and Romans.
restrained him by prayers and tears, so What
in her seventeenth he wished to marry other principle was it that produced so
her. many patriots, heroes, and legislators?--Was it not to, use the language ofTully, in great disturbance. “ Dear old friend,”
One morning he entered my chamber the consentiens laus bonorum, the incorrupta said he, “ I am in love with a young vor bene judicantium, the concurrent approbation of the good, the uncorrupted ap- heart, and her form, all please me, only
whom you know. Her mind, her plause of the wise, that animated their most generous pursuits?
not her complexion, for she is black, and in my whole family there is not a single
black countenance, except my old aunt, It is a very dangerous attempt to les- who had her face burnt in her youth with sen the motives of right conduct, or powder. But my beloved girl, it is true, raise any suspicion concerning their is much handsomer than my old aunt, solidity. The tempers and dispositions but I know not as yet whether I shall of mankind are so extremely different, marry her. It is evident that the nethat it seems necessary to call them into
groes are not the same sort of beings as action by a variety of motives. Some
we are, for if they were so, God would are willing to wed virtue for her rsonal have given them our complexion; and charms, others are attached to her for her you know, that when we would express expected dowry: and, since her follow- the difference between direcily opposite ers and admirers have so little to expect things by a simile, we say,
« That it is from her at present, it were pity, me as different as black and white." thinks, to reason them out of any sup He reasoned for a considerable time posed advantage in reversion.
on this point, without waiting for my
answer whether he should offer the girl “ Will you bet a dozen bottles of Chame his hand.
paigne?” A few hours afterwards the girl came « It is done." herself to me. “ Ah!" said she, “ good With two springs Latinsky was at the sir, I am in love, but I know not whe- bottom of the staircase, before the door ther I shall marry my lover or not?” in the street, took the horses by the bri
“ How so?” I answered, “ is he old dle, stept modestly up to the carriage, or ugly? foolish or wicked ?"
and said, “I beg your pardon, Sir, for “ No, be is white. Pardon me, when stopping you, but give me leave to obI speak openly to you, for you are also serve, that it is very remarkable, that a white. But see, if God really would man of your age, and your blooming have created the whites human beings, so health, should prefer riding in this beauwould it not have cost him greater trou
tiful weather.” ble to have put the last hand to them,
“ Allow me also to observe, Sir," anand stamped them with the seal of per swered the other, “ that it is still more fection; with one word, to have made remarkable, for me to hear this observathem black. For without this complexion,
tion from you." the man really is only like a piece of
“ It certainly appears strange, but ..” stained canvas, that wants the painter's
“ But! but !” cried the other warmly, pencil to represent something.”
" there are no buts in the case, Sir. Get So she talked for a long while, and
out of my way!” sometimes made pauses to hear my an
No, Sir, that cannot possibly be."
“ How, Sir, are you in your senses?" on the next morning, for that I would “Really I am very sorry to oblige you, properly reflect on the matter ; but she but you must indeed get out, and take a in the mean time had gone and married
walk with me." my schoolfellow, and this I was very glad The stranger glowed with anger,leaped of, for after four and twenty hours deep
out of the carriage, drew his sword, consideration, I was still unable to de and wounded Latinsky dangerously. termine, whether both were right, or “ Enough!” replied the latter, you both were wrong.
are too humane, Sir, to ride in this tine
wounded must walk on foot.” THE OBSTINATE WAGER.
With these words be leaped into the
An carriage, cried aloud to his friend at the ancient or modern
“ He who has window, “ I have won my wager," and began a foolish thing, should go through drove home. with it to the end.” In that the ancient or the modern is very wrong, for a half done foolish thing is still less injurious than a whole one. I will relate a whole
Translations. one, which was performed at P-g.
Two young men were standing at the window of a coffee house---a third drove
SEA AND LAND. by in an open carriage. It was lovely weather, and the driver was looking
Wilen gentle winds ripple the far green sei, about him, f esh, gay, and healthy.
This coward thought of mine feels pleasantly, “ It is most abominable," said La
And lost to poetry itself, can lie tinsky, one of the youths who were stand
Wrapt in a wistful quietness of eye, ing at the window, “ that a young and
But when it's roar is up, and the waves come
Curling their tops,'and tumbling into foam, healthy man on this beautiful day should
I turn to land, which trusty seems and staid, not prefer walking on foot.”
And love to get into a greenwood shade, “ That may well be," replied the
Inwhich the pines,although thewindbe strong, other, “ but no one has a right to find
Can turn the blaster to a sylvan song. fault with him. If it is his pleasure to
A wretched life a fisherman's must be, drive, who can prevent him?"
His house a ship, his labour in the sea, LATINSKY. « Who? I.”
And fish, the slippery object of his gain:
I love a sleep under the leafy plane, “ Yes, I! What will you lay of it?"
And a low fountain, coiling in mine ear,
FROM THE GREEK OF MOSCHUS.
66 You jest.”
I send in this parcel from Bet,
O dear! what a memory have I
Notwithstanding all Deborah's hints, Let astrologers talk of bright solar beams,
I've forgotten to tell you to buy That descend from the uppermost skies ;
A Skeine of white Worsted at Flint's. Since it puts me in mind of those fanciful
dreams That are waken'd by Fanny's bright eyes.. Lines written on seeing the following jeu Let them tell us that Venus's beautiful ray d'esprit in a Handbill posted up in
Descends fair and large "as a shilling;' Plaistow, as a “ CAUTION" to prevent Since FANNY's bright cyc-beams, I'll venture
persons from supporting the intended Tho' not half so large, are as thrilling.
inclosure of Hainault or Waltham
Forest, viz. Let them still wonder on, now gaze, and now
“ The fault is great in Man or Woman, guess
" Who'steals a Goose from off a Common: How the stars in their orbits can move;
“ Bict what can plead that Man's excuse, While untutor’d by science, 1 boldly confess
“ Who steals a Common from a Goose !!" A new star in the eye of my love.
T. W. K.
Does he, who seems to plead a Goose's cause,
Or may we gather from this smart excuse,
He'd siarve his FELLOW-CREATURES, while
he feeds a Goose ! Vide “Mr. Matthews at Home."
Plaistow-House Academy. EDWARD BIRCH. Dear Cousin, I write this in haste, To beg you will get for mamma, A pot of best Jessamine Paste,
The different perfections of a grey. And a pair of Shoe-buckles for 'Pa.' At Exeter Change;-then just pop
hound, it seems, have been comprised Into Aldersgate Street for the prints- in the following rude and barbarous And while you are there you can stop rhymes :--For a Skeine of white Worsted at Flint's.
The head like a Snake;
The neck like a Drake;
The back like a Beam :
The side like a Breum;
The tail like a Rat;
The foot like a Cat.”
Ludicrous as this poetical effort may be, And the Skcine of white Worsted at Flint's. the description is still correct; and these
different qualities, when united, even And while you are there you may stop, now form the model of perfection in the For some Souchong in Monument Yard; And while you are there you can pop Into Marv'bone Street for some lard; And while you are there, you can call For some silk of the latest new tints,
CELIA'S PICTURE. At the Mercer's not far from WhitehallAnd--remember the Worsted at Flint's. Written e.xtempore on seeing a Lady sitting
for her Picture. And while you are there, 'twere as well If you'd call in Whitechapel, to see
To paint my Celia, I'd devise For the Needles; and then in Pall Mall,
Two summer suns in place of eyes;
Two lunar orbs should then be laid For some Lavender-water for me: And while you are there you can go
Upon the bosom of the maid; To Wapping, to old Mr. Clint's
Her neck the milky-way should be
Extended down beneath the knee:
Bright Berenices auburn hair
Thus all the signs of Heav'n should prove Time tempers love, but not removes, But tokens of my ardent love.
More hallow'd when its hope is filed : All did I say? yes, all save one,
Oh! what are thousand living loves Her yielding waist should want a zone. To that which cannot quit the dead?
I love the laughing eye of blue,
The coral lip, sweet balın distilling; The cheek of damask-tinted hue,
The snowy bosom's gentle thrilling. I love the sparkling eye of jct, Bright beaming, with warm rays of plea
sure ; And O! I love the gay brunette.
Who conquers with the smiling trensure. But dearer far than beauty's eyes
Is radiant Truth, which changes never; And I that angel Woman prize, Who loves but one,
and loves for ever!
BY LORD BYRON.
From pangs that rend my heart in twain ;
to busy life again. It suits me well to mingle now,
With things that never pleas'd before. Though every joy is fled below,
What future grief can touch me more? Then bring me wine, the banquet brir.g,
Man was not form'd to live alone i I'll be that light unmeaning thing,
That smiles on all and weeps with none. It was not thus in days more dear,
It never would have been; but thou Hast fed, and left me lonely here;
Thou’rt nothing,--all are nothing now. In vain my lyre would lightly breathe ;
The smile that sorrow lain would wear
Like roses o'er a sepulchre.
Dispel awhile the sense of ill;
The heart, the heart is lonely still!
It soothed to gaze upon the sky; For then I deem'd the heavenly light,
Shone sweetly on thy pensive eye; And oft I thought at Cynthia's noon,
When sailing o'er the Ægean wave, "Now Thyrza gazes on that moon".
Alas, it gleam'd upon her grave! When stretch'd on fever's sleepless bed,
And sickness shrunk my throbbing veins, “ 'Tis comfort still," I faintly said,
" That Thyrza cannot know my pains :" Like freedom to the timorous slave;
A boon 'tis idle then to give, Relenting nature vainly gave
My life, when Thyrza ceas'd to live. My Thyrza's pledge in better days, When love and life aliae were new;
How different now thou meet'st my gaze; How ting'd by time with sorrow's hue; The heart that gave itself with thee
Is silent, ah, were mine as still ; Though cold as ice the dead can be,
It feels--it sickens with the chill. Thou bitter pledge ! thou mournful token;
Though painful-welcome to my breast. Still, still preserve that love unbroken, Or break the heart to which thou’rt prest.
STANZAS BY T. MOORE, ESQ. She is' far from the land where her young
hero sleeps, And lovers around her are sighing; But coldly she turns from their gaze and
weeps, For her lieart in his grave is lying. She sings the wild songs of her dear native
plains, Ev'ry note which he lov'd awakingAh! little they think who delight in her
strains, How the heart of the minstrel is breaking He had liv'd for his love - for his country
he died They were all that to life had entwin'd Nor soon shall the tears of his country be
dried, Nor long shall his love stay behind him. Oh, make her a grave where the sunbeams
rest, When they promise a glorious mortow; They'll shine o'er fier sleep, like a smile
from the west, From her own lov'd island of sorrow.
There is a beauty's joy amid the crowd, Kemble's a ruin, sublime in decay,
Leach is a rat of the true Milan breed, And long, she sees the foe's repellid: Or a schoolmaster's rod to make naughty But what are these, and what are other
boys read. jors,
Moore is a feather from Cupid's soft wing. That charm kings, conq'rors, beauteous Or a bee from Mount Hybla, berest of his bymphs, and boys ;
sting. Or greater yet, if greater yet be found, * Newton's a mirror, with magical skill, To that delight, when love's dear hope is To shew us the faces we love at our will. crowu'd ;
+ O'Neill is a zephyr, perfum'd with the To the first beating of a lover's heart,
breath When the lov'd maid endeavours to im Of Adonis, when speaking to Venus in part,
death. Frankly, yet faintly,-fondly, yet in fear, Piozzi's an old-fashion'd jewel enchased, The hind confession that he holds so dear. Its value entire, but the lustre defaced.
M. The Queer is a rock which shall not be
throwa down, BIOGRAPHICAL ALPHABET. Tho' ieg'd by th’ power of the Altar
and the Crown. Aikiu's a flower of the field growing wild
Russell's a laurel on Liberty's shrine, To be pluck'd by the hand of an innocent
Planted and nurs'd by her spirit divine. child.
Scoti's a grand eagle, high towering in Byron 's a wreck on a desolate coast,
air, Or a dreary old mansion possess'd by a
With which no other bird may presume gbost.
to compare. Castlereagh's something that's kept in the
$ Tree is a rose-bed, fresh opening to tower,
view, To remind us of tyrants, and torturing
In a warm July morning, bespangled with power.
dew. Denman's an oak in the forest so green,
Vestris' the diamond, so sparkling and Whose good English branches protected
clear, our Queen.
Which the Caliplı Alraschid delighted to *Elliston's the harp of Apollo, which Love Carelessly handling, let fall from above.
Waitbman's a toast in a mug of strong Fuseli's a nightmare, or witch on a broom,
ale, Or an ögre partaking his meal with a
To mend Constitutions, and render them groom.
hale. tGodwin's tbe goblet which Bethlem Gabor
11 Young is the lance of a valorous knight, Drauk out of, and curs’d till his heart
Ready couch'd to assist a fair damsel in strings were sore.
fight. Hunt is a landscape in Claude's sweetest
Z stands for nothing but warm-hearted style ;
zeal, Sunshine and joy and a mother's fond
Which for two or three bright ones I arsmile,
dently feel. Placledon's brawn, the true epicure's dish,
M.R.S. Or a cory, our Quin's own particular fish. Jones is a kit, in the pocket bid snug, Or a switch that's hung up to lick troublesome pug:
* W.J. Newton, the portrait painter,
+ We must be allowed to call this Lady by
her name, which must be even dear to the * The harp of Apollo is intended as an lovers of female excellence and talent. emblem of the sweet tones of Mr. Elliston's Lord John Russell, yoice; and the harp being handled by Love, § Miss M. Tree. is an allusion to the expressive and devoted li C. M. Young, the actor. manner so peculiarly his own, which he throws into luis love scenes. + See the “ Travels of St. Leon," a most
STANZAS ON THE NEW YEAR. singular novel by Godwin.
The John Dory was a very favourite fish Swift on the wings of fleeting time of that very interesting gourmand, James The year rolls round, and steals away, Quin, the comedian : we believe he brought And as it rolls should teach mankind it into fashion.
Their lives are hast'ning to decay,