QUESTIONS TO CUPID, RESPECTING HENRY HORRIBOW *. RULER of all the Powers above, Next tell me, if, in youth's gay course, ? Next pr'ythce tell, and tell me true, This interesting Child performed the part of Julio, in The Hunter of the Alps,' at six years of age. While this sheet is going to press, a friend informs the Author that the only duplicate copy of these verses has been given to a Morning Paper. But, as Mr. Sheridan observes, "Things of this kind always circulate best in manuscript." . Now Now if his Heart be not as true Those tresses may to Serpents turn, Then for that Voice-that Voice of Love, Did you infuse so sweet a note? Last for his Lips-Now, Traitor! tell, Why you made those Lips so well, Aurora with a Blush might rise, Spite of the tint of orient skies? For May's first Rose-buds moist with dew If for Deceit those Lips are made, And Thou, Minerva, pr'ythee say, And And Falsehood thus belie the God, Yet if-oh, if those Eyes of blue As fair, and young, and fresh as May! ΤΟ A BEAUTIFUL SPANIEL, WHO CAME AND PASSED A SOCIAL HOUR WITH THE AUTHOR, WHOM HE HAD NEVER SEEN BUT ONCE BEFORE. DASH! thank you for this morning visit, Again then, thank you, honest Creature: For sweet the Friendship form'd by Nature. Thou feel'st I love thy generous Race: Full many a Puppy, plain or pretty, Had been less welcome, DASH, than You. ΤΟ MUM'S COT: WRITTEN WHILE ON A VISIT TO MR. AND MRS. BRIMGARD AT WOODLANDS, IN THE NEW FOREST, ON THE AUTHOR'S BEGINNING TO RECOVER FROM A SEVERE INDISPOSITION. A COUPLE, tir'd of public life, So built an unpresuming cot On fertile Hampshire's happiest spot :- A rhyming Friend of theirs had long Could only run them up in verse; This Man of Rhyme, from various care, H The The doctors bid him only play, On this our Couple, good and kind, Begg'd he would leave his Muse behind. "Dear Bard," said they, "quick leave the town, The Pool mail-coach will set you down Near to our garden's rustic gate, Come then and share our tranquil state; But first, my tuneful Friend, be sure You can such solitude endure. Our Forest-Hut will seem most sweet; You may in dormouse-fashion doze; Yet still we must repeat-Be sure You can such solitude endure." "World-weary souls are we, who fly To forests from society; Our household is one little maid, Fit for a couple in the shade: • The beneficial effects of this excursion to the New Forest have been already mentioned by the Author in plain honest prose, confirmatory of those poetic effusions, no less honest and faithful as to the fact We |