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EXTRACTS FROM A GARLAND FOR THE
GRAVE OF SHERIDAN, BY MR. PHILIPS.

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No..-shed not a tear upon Sheridan's tomb,

The moment for sorrow is o'er;
Pale Poverty's cloud, or ingratitude's gloom,

Can darken that Spirit no more!
Ile is gone to the Angels that lent him their lyre,
He is gone to the world whence he borrow'd his fire,
And the brightest and best of the hearenly choir

The welcome of Paradise pour,

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Yet, wounded spirit...not unwept, on thee
Showered the sharp arrows of adversity.
E'en in its darkest hour 'twas thine to prove,
The rare consistency of woman's love.
Oh love, how rare! that shuvning fortune's day,
Reserves for sorrow's night its lunar ray!
Nor did the kindred Bard, to memory” dear,
Refuse the precious balm of friendship's tear.
Celestial tear! to angel guardians given,
Gemm'd in its fall, and carried back to heaven.

Farewell...farewell, bright spirit of the sky!
Star of green Erin's glorious galaxy !
Others may boast the treasures of an age,
When want of crime is want of patronage :
In happier times, if e'er a better fate
Snould raise thy country to her ancient state,
When with a throbbing heart she shall survey
The friends and glories of her wintry day;
Genius shall proudly point her patriot's tomb,
And in their blended tears thy laurels bloom.

PETRARCH'S IDEA OF BOOKS.

Few persons knew the value of books better than Petrarch. His friends having written him several apologies for not visiting bim, in which they declaimed against his love of solitude, as unnatural to a human being, and reproached him on his unsocial mode of life; Petrarch smiled at their messages, and made the following excellent remarks: “ These people con. sider the pleasures of the world as their supreme good, and not to be renounced. But I have friends of a very different description, whose society is far more agreeable to me. They are of all countries, and of all ages; they are distinguished in war, in politics, and in the sciences. It is very easy to see them, they are always at my service. I call for their company, or send them away whenever I please; They are never troublesome, and immediately answer all my questions. Some relate the events of ages past, others reveal the secrets of nature; these teach me how to live in confort, those how to dic in quiet. In return for all these services, they only require of me a chamber, in one corner of my mansion, where they may repose in peace."

G. Stobbs, Printer, Catherine Street, Strand.

AMUSING CHRONICLE,

a tWeekly Repository for MISCELLANEOUS LITERATURE.

(VOL. I.

No. VI.] OCTOBER 24, 1816.

Price only Four Pence.

4 DESIGN FOR A GOBLET,

IN HONOR OF SHAKESPEARE,
FOR THE SOCIETY OF ASSOCIATED GENIUS,

Go Rundall, with speed, let a Goblet be made
By the hand that excels in the ways of his trade;
Let Theed make the models, for who before Theed,
In the wide fields of genius, is able to lead ?
Let the size be capacious, our love to eviuce,
When we drink to our Founder, our Friends, and our Prince.
On its base let the vine in gay clusters appear,
Mount it lofty and turn it as round as a sphere;
Let the silver be pure and the liquor we quaff,
Lest the children of envy should say with a laugh
Your Goblet so mighty, and sculptur'd so fair,
Is no better than Sheffield or Birmingham ware.
And now let some excellent prince of his tribe,
Enchase in our Goblet the scenes I describe :
First bid him divide at right angles the Bowl,
And then with four circles encircle the whole;
On these let the heart cheering Hop and the Vine,
In airy alliance enclose the design.
We claim no high stories from Greece and from Rome,
The pages of Shakespeare deal plenty at home; ;
Whatever his theme, or of war or of love,
He could soar with the eagle or coo with the dove;
The scenes of his fancy then briefly collect,
And do honor to him whom all nations respect.

Macpherson, Printer, Russell Court, Covent Garder.

In the first ample round bid your Artist produce,
JACK FALSTAFF loud calling for more potent juice :
Let the prince of good fellows, young Harry be there,
With the rest of those spirits unsullied by care :
Bring QUICKLY and DOLL, and lest the scene droop,
Give fiery-faced BARDOLPH to make up the group.
In the next let the

gay

Wives of Windsor appear,
Where the knight in the basket discovers his fear ;
Or give for our Shakespeare with laughter is stor'd,
Where his corpulent sides are well cudgell'd by FORD;
Or let good Sir Hugh and old Caius engage,
Or poor lathy SLENDER with lovely ANN PAGE.
Now under the green oaken tree bring the wight,
While fairies dance round by the moon's silver light;
Or crested, like HERN, let the am'rous deer,
In search of his hind in the forest appear;
Express in his front all that lecherous flame,
For which Quin by our critics was held up to Fame.
In the last give the scene where bright reason again,
Bids the Prince spurn the Knight and his riotous train :
A moral like this we would wish to bestow,
Such acts of contrition to virtue we owe.
Bright Goddess ! who never takes up

abode
Where the glutton resorts and the sot has his load.
Unsullied by such shall our Goblet go round,
While the efforts of fancy and genius abouud ;
While friendship, good humour, and sometimes a sigh,
For the brother whose wants we are met to supply:
Or while the rich stanza to Shakespeare we troll,
Then haste and embellish our Classical Bowl.

T. N.

THE NARRATOR.No.V.

MY NEIGHBOUR'S DAUGHTER. NOTWITHSTANDING Mr. Markham's success in obeying the dictates of his visionary Monitor, I am of opinion there is nothing more delusive than a Dream ; and, that many who suffer themselves to be led away by this kind of Ignis Fatuus will soon or late submit to conviction, and curse the shadowy tempter that led them from propriety to despair, and this I shall endeavour to exemplify by the conduct of my Neighbour's Daughter.

About the commencement of a late State Lottery, Miss Lucy Lackmore, a young woman who put great faith in Dreams, fancied in her sleep, that she beheld her lover come to her bedside, and being in haste, he pulled off his boots and cast them violently from him, and that they fell in a parallel form, heel to toe, upon her chamber floor, which Miss Lucy believed to represent the figures 77 ; and this made so strong an impression on her mind that she resolved the next morning to sport the lucky number and to keep the secret from the rest of her friends, lest they might become as fortunate as herself. As soon as Lucy had done at her dressing table, away she ran to Mr. Bubblebooby's, at the Blind-fortune in Blow-bladder Strect, and was presently accomodated with her favourite number,—and now my Neighbour's Daughter conveyed the precious jewel to her casket, resolving to keep it secure till the oracle at Guildhall should pronounce her happy for life. The morning came, the great wheel went round, and the Blue-coat boys were at their station, ready to begin the work of fortune; -—the signal was given from the Commissioners, and the first-drawn Ticket was pronounced, a lofty prize, but 77 had not yet accorded with the hopes of Lucy; to work she went, and for seven succeeding days, insured her lucky number,—when all the little money Lucy had saved from the needles of industry was sunk from her sight for ever, or what was equally ridiculous, thrown into the till of the office-keeper, Mr. Bubblebooby ; nor was the spirit of Miss Lucy Lackmore here cast down," It shall be kept up," said Lucy, and bundling up a portion of her best apparel, away she ran to Mr. Spung'ums, at the Three Golden Dumplings, in Beggar-maker Lane, and brought away with her enough to cover her lucky number, BLANK! and Prize! for another week to come, being certain from the singularity of her dream, that she should shortly become a great lady ; but at the finish of the second week 77, had not emerged from the unfriendly wheel of Fortune :-" It shall not be neglected,” cried my Neighbour's Daughter, and flying to her good friend Mr. Spung’um, left another bundle of her apparel, and for another week kept up her lucky number, for she was persuaded the figure like her lover's boots would at last be to her a source of great riches; however in this Lucy was again mistaken, for the Prizes being all drawn out, 77 was left behind among the unprofitable Blanks, and my Neighbours Daughter, as bare of feathers, as a plucked partridge, or a hen-robin in the season for moulting :-fretting, and cursing the poor Dream that had led her astray, and shedding the tears of repentance, Lucy wisely resolved never more to be gulled by such visionary monitors, and my Neighbour's Daughter returning again to the needles of industry, by prudence and perseverance, was not long before she recovered the whole of her property from the man who keeps the Three Golden Dumplings, in Beggar-maker Lane, and is now among the first to inculcate this advice.

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