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I used to love thee, simple flow'r,

To love thee dearly when a boy ;
For thou did'st seem, in childhood's hour,
The smiling type of childhood's joy.

But now thou only mock'st my grief

By waking thoughts of pleasures fled ;
Give me—give me the withered leaf,
That falls on Autumn's bosom-dead.

For that ne'er tells of what has been,

But warns me what I soon shall be ;
It looks not back to pleasure's scene,
But points unto futurity.

I love thee not, thou simple flow'r,

For thou art gay and I am lone-
Thy beauty died with childhood's hour
1'he hearts' ease from my path is gone.

It has ever been considered an in- and found poison in the cup which
teresting task to contrast the scenes seemed mantling with pleasure and
and circumstances of human life, oc-

with hope.

We may reverse the curring at distant intervals. I would picture, and see the husband come make these contrasts more imme back to his weeping wife, who had diate, and show that one day, nay mourned for him as dead; the supa few hours, which are often the posed criminal on the eve of an ignoepitomes of the longest existence, minious death proved innocent, and may produce events as violently op- restored to the presence and affection

divided by a thousand years. bankrupt in hope and fortune by The joy-expectant lover has seen his some unexpected change exalted to young bride fall dead at the altar ;– joy and prosperity; and the drownthe mother who rocked her babe to ing wretch caught as he is sinking for sleep in her arms has found it ere an the last time into the wide-mouthed hour has elapsed lifeless on her bo- waters. These reflections are consom, passing away from the earth jured up by the remembrance of and its unhappiness without a sigh, circumstances which, although they but leaving its frantic parent to happened many years ago, can never agony and despair. The aged man, be obliterated from my mind. I will whose boys were the support and state them. It was a cold but fine luxury of his existence, has by some afternoon in November that I was dire calamity been suddenly deprived travelling on horseback in one of the of them, and followed their bodies to most retired and romantic parts of the grave, with tottering steps and England. As evening drew on, a heart-broken feelings. The lips of sense of loneliness and danger began the sensualist have turned cold upon to creep over me-for there is a startthe glowing cheek of his paramour, ling something in solitude which I

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have no doubt all have felt, but had just recoiled. As I moved my which most people are ashamed to hands along the ground, my blood acknowledge, even to themselves. I grew chill with horror, and my heart was on a rough and unfrequented sickened within me. My right hand road far distant from the habitations had passed over the cold face of some of men, and yearned to see a human dead, perhaps murdered, person. I being and hear the sound of a human sank back and involuntarily clung to voice. The night came on-stormy the neck of my horse. It was an and dark. The winds raised their action arising from fear and from loud voices, like the curses of the a dreadful feeling of solitariness. In tempest, over the distant waters. the absence of human sympathies The clouds hung gloomily above like there is a comfort in any living comshrouds over nature's dead serenity, panionship. I found it so. The cerand the owlet shrieked to the sleep- tainty that I had a breathing crealess echo of the hills. I put spurs ture near me, although not of my to my horse and galloped on until I own species, gave me courage,

I found, from the increasing darkness, went again towards the spot where that I could neither see the road the body lay, for the purpose of which I had traversed, nor the one ascertaining whether the least sympon which I was proceeding. Pru- tom of life remained. I placed my dence taught me to change my pace, hand upon the forehead—it was cold; and I walked my horse cautiously, I drew it across the mouth-there fearing every moment, as I did not was not a breath ; I pressed it upon know the road, that I was on the the heart-it was still. Warmth, edge of some precipice, or that some and respiration, and motion had debroken stump or fallen tree lay in my parted for ever, and only the mortal way. So painful did my sensations and drossy portion of man lay before become at last, that I made up my me. There was no pulsation—no mind to dismount, and lie down on vitality. I knew not what to do. I the road until morning. I groped thought if the poor wretch who was about, and at length found a tree, to lying dead at my feet had been murwhich I fastened the bridle, and dered, which appeared far from imseated myself at a little distance probable, my having passed that way from my only companion. The few at night, and for no ostensible purminutes that I remained there were pose as it might seem; would perlike hours. I endeavoured to think haps implicate me as an accessary to, of other scenes which might banish or even a principal in, the crime; and the idea of that in which I was an a number of cases in which persons unwilling actor ; but all would not had been convicted on circumstantial avail. The gloom of the present evidence crowded upon my mind. hung over the radiance of the past ; The idea of being even examined as and if a ray broke through for a a witness agitated and perplexed me. moment, it was as instantly obscured My resolution, however, was soon again. I arose and loosened the taken. With great difficulty I got břidle, for this inactive security was my horse forward, and rode on at a more annoying to me, than mov round trot, careless of the danger to ing onward even under a sense of which I had before been so sensitive, danger. I proceeded, however, as and determining to give the alarm at slowly as before, expecting that the first place to which I might I must, in a short time, come to come. I had gone on for about a some small inn, or, at least, a quarter of an hour, when to my great road-side cottage. But I saw no joy and relief 1 beheld a light straight light, and heard not even a dog bark onwards, which seemed to be moving in the silence of the night. towards me. As it approached nearer sudden my horse started from his I perceived that it proceeded from a course and neighed loudly. I felt lantern, which was held by a young him trembling under me, and sus man in a small cart, while another, pected that I was on the brink of a little older, guided the horse. On some pit. I alighted, and with great seeing me, they instantly drew up and difficulty held "my horse whilst I asked in an earnest and anxious torie groped about the spot from which he of voice whether I had seen any body

On a

on the way, telling me at the same lingered even ther on the pallid face, time that their father had gone with and the brow was unruilled and uns a neighbour to C— that morning knit. After a little while they got to collect some money and had not in the cart, and we went forward in returned. The question made me


When we came near their shudder, for I immediately thought dwelling, which was a small farmof what had so recently occurred, house, a short distance from the high and I could not help imagining that road, I left them to break the melanit was the dead body of their father choly tidings to their widowed mowhich I had left on the road behind ther; and, resisting their invitation to me. My voice trembled as I told remain there, I rode on towards them of all that had happened, and I N-- ferry, which they told me was saw the faces of the poor lads turn about a mile farther, and where there pale as I recounted it. « Our dear was a tolerable inn. They lent me father is dead!” cried the youngest, their lantern, which I was to leave and burst into tears. “ Nay! nay !” for them at the ferry-house, and I said his brother, “it's ill weeping cantered along an almost straight 'till there's need o't. He was to ha' road until I came in sight of the inn. come back wi' Johnny Castleton, and As I approached nearer, I heard Johnny is no’ the man to leave him sounds of mirth and revelry, and in on the road-side, alive or dead.” This the disturbed state of my feelings seemed to comfort his brother, but it they came upon my ear like sportive did not convince me. I had a pre- music at a funeral, or a joyous song sentiment hanging like a cloud about echoing from a house of mourning. my heart, and I felt assured that a Having seen my horse well provided bitter trial awaited them. Although for, I entered the public room, where nearly exhausted, I willingly agreed there were several farmers drinking, to return with them. I rode beside smoking, and singing; their united the cart, until we came to the fatal powers appeared to have clouded the spot; my horse started as before, ideas and thickened the speech of and I called to them to stop, for i them all, but of one in particular was a little a-head. The youngest who had just been bawling out part sprang out, held the lantern to the of a song in praise of his greatest face of the corse, and fell back with enemy-the bottle; but the combined a loud shriek. I shall never forget fumes of the leaf and the liquor were the chill that ran through me when I upon his memory, and he stopped heard the calm silence of the night just as I entered the room. “ Never broken by the cry of a son who break off in the midst of a good mourned his father-the voice of the song, neighbour (cried a portly florid living calling to the dead. The winds looking man who seemed to act as had died away, and there was a president among them), never leave dreary stillness over the whole scene. a jug or a song until there's not a The pulse of nature was stopped: drop left in the one nor a note in the and it seemed as if her mighty heart other. Sing on, man! sing on.” “ Ay! had perished. The elder son did not it is an easy thing to say, Barney shed a tear, but it was evident that Thomson” (muttered the unsuccesshe felt acutely what had befallen ful vocalist), but the rest is clean him. His was the deeper grief that out of my head.”

“ Ye ha' sung tears could not obliterate:

well so far, and we'll ha' the end A grief that could not fade away

o't; (exclaimed Barney Come! I'll Like tempest clouds of April day ;

help ye on wi't: A grief that hung like blight on flowers,

A pipe of tobacco and ale of the best Which passeth not with summer showers. Are better, far better, than pillow and rest,

Than pillow and rest, than pillow and rest, As they both stood inactive, I took

A pipe of up the corse myself and placed it in the cart.

There were, as far as I “ Dang it (cried a little grazier-lookcould judge, not the least signs of ing fellow who was nursing his knees violence about it, and death seemed at the fire) it's twelve pence wi' one to have reached it in the midst of and a shilling wi’ the other. Ye calmness and serenity, for a smile know the song, Barney, just as well


as your neighbour, and no better. lately witnessed, differing so widely I have still a clear noddle, and I'll from each other, yet happening in sing it to ye.

such close ssuccesion, still haunted

The striking contrast of lonely A pipe of tobacco and ale of the best Are better, far better, than pillow and rest; secluded roads, and the light and

agony and boisterous mirth; of dark We'll smoke and we'll drink, if it be but to cheerful parlour with its blazing fire

spite The devil who comes in the shape of the and laughing inmates, kept me night.

awake for some time; and when I at In ale, good ale, the fiend we'll drown, length fell into an uneasy slumber, And empty our pipes on his raven crown.

dreams of terror and anxiety op

pressed me. The song of the topers Give me the mug, Tommy Barker, for a moment dwelt in my imaginafor I think it's ill singing wi' a dry tion, but their voices seemed to be throat. Gentlemen all, here's

a dying away, and the cry of the youth merry season to you and good cattle who had lost his father burst upon to me. And now for the next verse

my ear.

I awoke in horror, and A pipe of tobacco, and ale of

heard persons running to and fro be

neath my chamber, and loud but No! no ! that I gave before ; let's agitated whispers, and then groans see. Ay! ay! that's it

and frequent sobbings. I sprang We'll smoke and we'll drink

from my bed, hastily dressed myself,

and, on reaching the ground floor, It won't do, though I am sure I found a scene offering as strong a knew the whole song awhile agone. contrast to the second I have deIt won't do!

cribed, as the second offered to the He said truly. He had not only first. Of all those who but a few forgotten the words, but was at each hours before had « made the Can new attempt giving us a variation their confidant,” and laughed, and on the old air to which they were sung, and talked without a thought adapted. There was evidently a of sorrow; of all those who had screw loose in the machinery of his spoken of finding eternity of life in the brain, and his memory was out bowl and the ale cup, and oblivion of of order. He then tried another care in the fragrance of the tobacco song, but with as little success; and leaf; of all those, one alone had esat last the whole company began to caped to tell the fate of his compasing what is called a Dutch medley, nions, who by their own carelessness and I thought it time to escape from and imprudence had perished, whilst their company as fast as I could. I crossing the river, miserably perished, threw myself on my bed, but could in drunkenness and despair. not sleep. The scenes which I had

The fields are carpeted with virgin snow,

Smoothed with the weft of Nature's winged feet,

Where she descends the earliest Month to greet,
Waiting the smiling queen's return below,
Her welcome, yet capricious will to know,

Respecting Earth! and now they take their seat

Upon a thorny bank where wild birds meet;
And look upon the deadened streams that flow
Beneath the thick ice, silently and slow!

And now they listen to the lonely note

Of the sweet chaffinch with the tuneful throat,
Spring's favourite minstrel ! and anon, they go,
Where a resplendent crocus, half unfurld,
Gilds with one smile the solitary world.



THE HAYMARKET THEATRE. well-ordered Spanish operas have
The Alcaid.

these allotments of persons, and An opera, with a Spanish plot, un- therefore, injudicious as Mr. Kenny der the title of " The Alcaid," has has been with regard to his own inbeen produced at this little theatre; terests, he has not been irregular in and, although Kenny's pen was ema his attentions to the Spanish muse. ployed in the writing it, and Nathan Those who know how unevenly the the inspired Hebrew melodist was interviews between Dons and Donnas the composer, the piece met with but invariably run, will forgive our not an indifferent reception. The news- attempting to particularize the inpapers damned it, by tauding it as an trigues of the Alcaid.-Let it suffice opera that might by judicious cur- to say, that the characters are, from tailment be rendered attractive and the first scene to the last, confoundamusing; but with all our admira- ing and loving each other, and that tion of Mr. Kenny's ability as a dra- due attention is paid throughout to matist, we are quite sure that nothing the discomfiture of the married state. but that wholesale curtailment which The Alcaid himself, as guardian of has at last been resorted to,-viz. the the public morals, very properly pays cutting out of the opera altogether, no attentions to his own; and Mrs. could advance the interests of the Alcaid, goes about all vicious in black theatre, or tend to the amusement of velvet, like a restive mare in a mournthe public. With Mr. Kenny's ex« ing coach. Mr. Farren enacted the perience, we wonder that he should Alcaid and played, as usual, with be so rash as to trust to a Spanish good emphasis, and excellent indisplot and Spanish characters for his cretion. Perhaps his dress, with resuccess with the audience. It is ference to the late joke respecting your cout-and-breeches comedy, as it him, was indiscreet. Mrs. Glover is termed behind the scenes, that personated his wife, and threw into makes an Englishman laugh, He it that domestic vivacity—that easy likes to see his neighbours shown up Spanish morality, which wives aim Folly's mirror, and does not care to broad so generally and pleasantly have a Spaniard reflected back upon practise, and which some wives in him when he looks in the glass. The England can imitate to the life. Mrs. dramatist should bear in mind the Glover, behind a mask, and in white motto over 'the stage when he be satin, looked a carnival in herself. takes himself to the comic; and Madame Vestris enacted Don Felix Signors, and Monsieurs, and Dons in a good loose dashing rakehelly should be put aside for other pur- fashion. She is the best bad young poses.

man about town, and can stamp a The plot of The Alcaid is, as we smart leg in tight whites, with the have said, Spanish; that is, it is full air of a fellow who has an easy of intrigue, slashed doublets, masks, heart and a good tailor.

We reand improbabilities. It is a tame member once seeing Madame Vesand even confused copy of all past tris in female attire, and thought her and established Spanish confusions; a very interesting young person in and contains the usual allowance of that solitary instance, but we preregularly irregular characters. There sume that she herself inclines to panis one old amorous married man with taloons, and prefers contemplating a hat and feather,—with a red Don's the daring knee and boot, to the neat dress, a sword at his side, and a stick and modest foot veiled below the in his hand ; an extra-middle-aged ancle. In this opera she is the lover wife, with a turn for wandering kind- of Donna Francisca, a very pretty innesses and home carnivals; an im- teresting lady, with a melodious voice portant go-between in brown hose; and eye; who deserved a better husa jealous servant, persecuted and band at the hands of the Fates. There funny; a waiting woman of easy is a Don Andreas de Caravajel, which character, and two pair of spangled translated into plain English, means lovers, coloured, chubby, and full of a Mr. Huckel, who loves Rosabel, sons, like piping bullfinches. All Miss Paton, and after many heavy

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