And every wandering Tuscan carries,
Their statues cast in clay of Paris.

Those statues sell in such a lot,

They play the deuce with Pitt, and Scott; In vain aloft upon the board,

Indignant looks the poet lord;

Unsold, Napoleon now may doze,

And out of joint his conqueror's nose.

Money flocks in, with such profusion,

The door-keepers are all confusion; "For breathes there one with soul so dead, "Who never to himself hath said," When fashion governs all the town,

"Oh, who'd think twice of half-a-crown!" Yet 'mid this whirl of pounds, and pleasure, Chang found for reading ample leisure; Indeed, the day's a sort of beast,

Of which the body is the least;

The head, and tail, let study seize—
And with the rest, do what you please!

But now, a new delicious source
Gushed on his mind's enlarging course:
The mingled, and the mighty store
Of our land's language, and its lore;
Our sturdy reasoners' vigorous themes,
Our golden poets, and their dreams;

And His divine, and wond'rous page,
Who walked Creation as his stage;-
With these, his restless fancy blent,
The legends of less deep romance,
Where Wisdom's bow is lightly bent,
And Truth's the conquest of a glance.
Where, more than all, the dazzling kings
Of every climate rule the story,
Where Love and Fame unite their springs,
And Beauty yields herself to Glory.

Such studies scarce could feed his heart, Nor grow his thoughts' most cherished part. And hence, perchance, he learnt, for Fame, And Love, too bright a throne to frame, And too repiningly to chide

The fate which such to him denied.

And shall I can I-say-too brightly
His fancy bodied forth his dream
Of woman-whom his land so lightly
Had taught his boyhood to esteem?
He clothed that image in whate'er
Romance had pictured as most fair,
And Thought with life the statue warmed,
And his soul worshipped what it formed :—
That image from the Cyprian's madness,

How worn soe 'er in every strain,

Ne'er served to shadow forth a sadness,

A phantasy, more wild and vain.

All he had learnt, in short, had fathered
All that 'twere well could he forget;
The fruit of knowledge had been gathered,
And its first taste to him-regret !
Tho' Hodges was nor wise nor merry,
Honest, and true, he was and very;
He kept the accounts with faith,-unwilling
To rob our brothers of a shilling—
And now they really seemed preparing,
Shortly to grow as rich as Baring;

When Fate, who meant them not for bankers,
Saved them from wealthy care, and cankers-
Ere their gains took too large addition, she
Turned short and checked them at sufficiency.

One evening when the whole day long
Our Twins had entertained the throng,
Chang felt so poorly and opprest,

(Of late his spirits had been low,)
That, ere their wonted hour of rest,
To bed he was obliged to go.

Poor Ching, who was, with shouts of laughter,
Playing at drafts with Hodges' daughter,
(Of whom my muse a sketch prepares,)
Was snatched away, and walked up stairs;

And (sleep the last thing in his head,)
Coolly deposited in bed;

But Chang was restless, nor could close

His eyes-a fretful fever burn'd him; And just as Ching began to doze,

Chang upside down abruptly turned him : Served thrice in such provoking fashion,

Ching bounced at last into a passion :
"Zounds! Chang," he cried, "I do assure ye,
"Your starts would rouse a Bramin's fury;
"Tho' you may think I've not a nerve, I
"Must beg you to yourself will keep.
"No man can thus be topsy-turvy
"Turned, when he's settling into sleep.

"You may be ill--I don't deny it,

"But other folks, when ill, are quiet."

"Truly," said Chang, " 'tis most fraternal "To fall upon me in this way,

"I'd like to know if this infernal

"Climate kill me what you would

say?

"I fear worse things to you might hap,

"Than posture changed, or broken nap.

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Perhaps you would not long survive-you

Might then-well, well, may God forgive you!"

Softened by this appeal, poor Ching

Grasped Chang's hot hand, and whimpering

Answered-" Indeed, my dearest brother, “It was a monstrous thing in me "My selfish murmurings not to smother— “But pray cheer up, and you will be "As well as ever in the morning. "Meanwhile I promise to take warning "From all my past infirmities; "And, if it give you any ease, "Pray kick as stoutly as you please."

Here then a little scene ensued,

For ever, where there lurks affection, No love like that which follows feud, And bears with kind remorse connection. And when 'twas over, and a brief

Silence had given to each relief,

Chang cleared his throat, and thus confided To Ching the scheme for which he sigh did:

"I'm sure, dear Ching, you feel like me, "How hard a thing it is to be

“Teased, worried, questioned, pulled about, "Stared at, and quizzed by every lout, "And give a right to all the town,

"To laugh at us for half a crown. "Hodges of course can feel no shock ;-it "Is fun for him to fill his pocket :

"And, still so long as he can fill it, he "Heeds not our wounded sensibility.

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