218 lance as the subject of Sappho's celebrated ode-my blood tingled, my eyes swam, 66 my ears with hollow murmurs rang;" and yet this fainting of the mind did not afford any relief to the shame and mortification that overwhelmed the too refined and sensitive bosom of HEBE HOGGINS. PETER PINDARICS. The Handkerchief. A JUDGE of the Police and Spy (For both are join'd in Eastern nations), To list to people's conversations, Like a church spout when rain is falling, Our magistrate thought fit to greet her, To work the Judge's pen and ink went, Was duly into Court convey'd: When he asserted, that his wife Was such an advocate of strife, That she would raise a mighty clangour, For trifles that surpass'd belief, And, for the recent cause of anger, He swore, point blank, that he had struck her The Judge, convinced by this averment, That he for ever blows his nose The Jester condemned to Death. ONE of the Kings of Scanderoon, Had in his train a gross buffoon, The Court with tricks inopportune, It needs some sense to play the fool, Occurr'd not to our jackanapes, Who consequently found his freaks Lead to innumerable scrapes, And quite as many kicks and tweaks, Which only seem'd to make him faster Some sin, at last, beyond all measure Of his Serene and raging Highness: Or had intruded on the shyness Of the Seraglio, or let fly An epigram at royalty, None knows ;-his sin was an occult one; Exclaim'd-"'Tis time to stop that breath; "Thy royal will be done-'tis just," "Since, my last moments to assuage, THE TAVERN. "Whoe'er has travell'd life's dull round, The warmest welcome at an inn." SHENSTONE. "BLEST as the immortal gods is he," the youth, who, without the effort of using his own limbs, protected from the earth beneath and the skies above, is rapidly whirled in a close carriage to the ever open and hospitable door of a good tavern. Before the footman or coachman can descend, for the jaunty swing of the private chariot or the rattling jolt of a hackney coach are welcomed with equal deference, half a dozen waiters rush from the house, the steps are lowered with all the celerity that is consistent with the prevention of noise, elbows are respectfully tendered to the descending visitant, a respectful procession ushers him into the spacious illumined refectory, and the lady at the bar bows to him as he passes with a smile, which, while it preserves the dignity due to her presiding station, seems to say--"Thrice welcome to all that my house contains!-the longer you stay, the more you revel, the greater your waste and devastation, the more acceptable will be your august presence." Hers are not the complimentary hyperboles of the Persian, who goes to the outskirts of the city and exclaims to every traveller-" Deign to accept of Shiraz and all its dependencies !"-No; her heart latest does not belie her looks; were she in Madame de Genlis's Palace of Truth, she would not alter a phrase nor unbend a single smile. Amid a world of deceit, her benign looks are bent upon her new inmate with an absolute integrity of sincerity; nor are her numerous servants less cordial, emulous, and reverent. Is it winter, the guest's great coat and hat are taken from him, and cautiously suspended: one excites the fire into a cheerful and blazing recognition of his presence, while another spreads a screen before the door, that "the airs of heaven may not visit him too roughly." Is it summer, the blinds are pulled down that he may be sheltered from the sun, and the window thrown open that he may be fanned by the cooling breezes, while a paper is placed before him containing the very news from each extremity of the earth, to prepare which for his morning's perusal, many fellow-creatures of great technical skill, and some of intellectual eminence, have been sleepless all night. By the side of this record submitting the events of the wide world to his perusal, is placed the bill of fare, tendering the productions of the universe to his palate. The four elements, the four seasons, the four quarters of the earth, are ransacked and laid under contribution for his instant gratification. The wishes of Cinderella, however wild and extravagant, were not more promptly realized; the cap of Fortunatus and the wand of Harlequin are less magical than his enchanted finger. He points, and the depths of the sea yield him up their tenants; the air surrenders its feathered rarities; earth pours out its cornucopia at his feet; and fire, |