Thus the spark of Affection, all pure, all bright, And O! may it light thee, dear Wanderer!-home!" Nov. 25.--Walked up to our Publisher's.--Played "the Devil" for half an hour.---Mr. C. K. remarkably sanguine.-Sale of N° II. very good. N. B. Found a "character" for Golightly's "Eve of Publication."--Took him. Coming down met Miss -Cut me_dead.---Mem. The Lady thinks we satirized her under the name of Emily. (Vide N° II. p. 174.) Emily is a Beauty.---Everybody thinks Miss sat for the picture.-Four o'clock.-Lounged at the Clubroom.---Hodgson made a bad pun.--He and Gerard were discussing the faces of rival Beauties.---" Why, my dear Hodgson," quoth Gerard, "Laura is so tonish."-"Yes," quoth the Secretary, "but her two sisters astonish."--Couldn't smile for the life of me. Called at my tailor's.--Inquired whose coat he was making;-" Mr. Peregrine Courtenay's."-"Why, Mr. Reeves!" I exclaimed, “I can never get into such a coat as this."-"You!" says the man, "you're not Peregrine Courtenay!" Shakspeare's "Go to! you are not Cassius!" burlesqued by another Brute.-This is abomi- nable.--I begin to doubt my own existence. Nov. 26.---Heard of the death of poor Morton.---If ever man died of love it was Edward Morton.-The lady to whom he became early attached was married to another ;---Morton was present at the marriage, and was never seen to smile afterwards.---The lady, it is said, was unhappy in her union, and did not survive it many years.-Morton died some time at Corfu.-A porago trait of the lady was found in his portfolio, wrapped up in the following lines:-- I. I saw thee wedded-thou didst go Thy young cheek in a blushing glow, Thy heart was glad in maiden glee, Was faithless all the while; I hate him for the vow he spoke- . II. I hid the love that could not die, In secrecy and tears; And days pass'd on, and thou didst prove The pang of unrequited love, E'en in thine early years; And thou didst die, so fair and good! In silence and in solitude' III. While thou wert living, I did hide I'd not have shock'd thy modest pride But thou hast perish'd, and the fire It is no crime to speak my vow, IV. Thou sleepest 'neath thy lowly stone, He does not kneel where I have knelt, The anguish still and deep, The painful thoughts of what has been, V. But I as o'er the dark blue wave My thoughts are hovering o'er thy grave, There is one voice that wails thee yet, The visions that have died; And aye thy form is buried there- Nov. 27.-Held a drawing-rcom this day. Gerard wrote the following invitation for the occasion; but the deuce a Deity attended. Gerard wanted to bring down some Goddesses from Drury-lane, but Martin Sterling was against it. After all, we had so many Christian Goddesses, that the Heathen ones were not missed. Hither haste, ye Gods and Goddesses, Over marigolds and lilies, To the levee haste away. Bacchus, come and bring with thee Merry topers frank and free,* Pholus, with his pimpled head, Bitias with his nose of red, * This related to the dinner which followed.-W. ROWLEY. Hilaris, that toasts the lasses, In champagne and half-pint glasses : Momus come! and convoy down, Would-be bucks, and would-be wits ; Ruby nose, and wrinkled chin, Eyes that stare, and mouths that grin ;* If that lively blockhead's jest Venus, queen of darts and flames, Chloe, with her roguish eye, Ellen, playful as the roe; Bring mine own enchanting fair, Grace and passion in her air, Bring her with thee !-I forget thee! Nov. 28.---Read over Hodgson's report of yesterday's proceedings; approved of it, and sent it to press. N.B. Mr. H. is apt to be facetious, and puts puns in the mouths of his fellow-members, of which they were never guilty. He might derive a useful lesson or two from Oakley's "Objections to other Men's Wit." *Thoughts that breathe and words that burn.” Mem.--To publish them the first opportunity. Talked politics with Sir Francis.-Had a letter from Burton--the following is an extract :-- "Miss Anne Parsons was married last Monday. The papers say she is very accomplished. Thereby hangs a tale. I was introduced to her some weeks ago, and my friend informed me that the lady was a great poetess, a great musician, and understood all modern languages except one. Now, you know, Courtenay, I only speak one language, and I suppose that is the one with which Anne is unacquainted." Mem.--Martin must write a paper recommending the study of English to all accomplished ladies. Received a few rhymes fram Patrick O'Connor. Extracted one stanza for the sake of the pun. I did not suspect Pat of any thing so classical. ΤΟ TOBACCO. Come, whate'er may be thy form, Four o'clock till five.---Sat in my elbow-chair, something between sleeping and waking. Meditated on N I. N° II. No III. and No IV.---Scribbled the fol |