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country. I communicated this to Eliza- was soon as great as our individual beth, and entreated that we might misery had been, when fate first make the journey of life together. She brought us together. consented, and our mutual happiness

Poetry.

(English Magazines, September and October, 1821.)

LOVE IN A MIST.

SO teazing is the girl I love,

"Tis my belief, when women use So cruel-kind I find her,

Us in this sort of fashion, I would to Heaven she would prove

They hate the man, but would not lose Or crueller or kinder.

The lover, or the passion. Her lips forbid my hopes to rise ;

Haply with neither love nor hate, But whilst she's thus declaring,

Nor any passion breathing, A wicked something in her eyes

As anglers gravely hook their bait, Prevents me from despairing:

In spite of all its writhing, Her eyes say yes, her lips say no;

So it may be her thoughtless wish, And so in doubt they steep me :

Regardless of my fate, to I wish that she would let me go,

Hook me, to catch some other fish, Or pay the price to keep me.

Whom I may serve as bait to. To her is such attraction given,

I fain would get the length of her foot, In soothing or in scoffing,

But if I were not born to't, She has hung me up 'twixt hell and heaven, It does not my free spirit suit, Just like Mahomet's coftin.

To be the shoeing-horn to't.

THE MIDNIGHT EMBRACE.

A Legendary Song.
TRANSLATED FROM THE ORIGINAL GERMAN.

LORD LINDORF came when the moon was bright

To Adela's lonely dwelling ;
And he cried_“Oh waken thy looks of light,

The lamps of the heavens excelling!
For all are to me but a murky sky,

Till I gaze on thy matchless face,
And the hours move dreary and heavily by,

Till at midnight we embrace.”

Too deep, too deep into Adela's heart

Sank the vows of her lordly lover ;
And when he arose from her side to part,

And the sun broke his cloudy cover :-
" O Lindorf!-love !"-was her anxious cry,

« Thou light of this lonely place,
Return when the moon shall be riding high,

And at midnight we'll embrace."

" This night, my fair-in my father's hall,

The feast will be gaily flaunting ;
Where the dancers bound, and the gallants call,

Young Lindorf must not be wanting :
But within three days I'll return to thee

By my hopes of immortal grace ;
Or else may thy spirit appear y me,

And at midnight my forin emurace!"

The night came on, and the feast rose high,

While beauty the scene adorning, Made Lindorf's vows and promises fly

Like the dew of a summer's morning : When the sun breaks forth, and it melts in air,

And leaves on the earth no trace ; For he gave his heart to a brighter fair,

And another he did embrace.

But when the hour of midnight came,

The lamps blazed dim before him ; And a deathly chilliness wrapt his frame,

Like a cold damp shroud cast o'er him.
Yet he broke the spell, and when rising day

Appear'd with a cloudless face,
His heart from Adela still would stray,

And forgotten was her embrace.
To Loda, the Countess of Retzenvel,

With courtlier beauties shining, . The tale of his passion did Lindorf tell,

While low at her feet reclining : Delighted so bright an alliance to gain

With one of such princely race, That eve saw them link'd in the nuptial chain,

And at midnight did both embrace.

Day follow'd day most heavily,

And Adela sank in sorrow ;
Still fondly hop'd that her tears would dry

To smiles on the coming morrow ;-
But hope declin'd, and at length despair

Frown'd dark on her dwelling-place,
Till death look'd down on the weeping fair,

And clasp'd her in his embrace.

High was the feast, and many a guest

View'd Lindorf's rank and treasure ;
But there was a worm that gnaw'd his breast,

And a blight upon all his pleasure.
And oft would he wildly gaze, as if round

Some phantom there seem'd to pace :
And shudder as if in its arms he was wound,

With a deathlike cold embrace !

The midnight came once more and the gate

With the loudest blows was heaving,
But none did appear to the liveried state

Which came for the guests' receiving !
Till Lindorf cried—“ By the Heavens above

I command thee disclose thy face."
And a voice replied, “ Then behold me, love !

'Tis midnight,-and we'll embrace !"

Then Adela stood unto each one's view

With grave-clothes white cast o'er her ; Her features look'd of a pallid hue,

And Lindorf fell down before her ! She raised him, and kiss'd his life away,

While horror had blanch'd each face, Then sank through the earth with her lover's clay

In a last,-and a cold embrace !

Stephensiana, No.*.

(Monthly Magazine.) The late ALEXANDER STEPHENS, Esq. of Park House, Chelsea, devoted an active and well-spent life in the collection of Anecdoles of his contemporaries, and generally entered

in a book the collections of the passing day ;-these collections we hure purchased, and pro. pose to present a selection from them lo our readers. As Edilor of the Annual Obituary, and many other biographical works, he may probably hare incorporated many of these scraps ; but the greater part are unpublished, and all stand alone as cabinet pictures of men and manners, worthy of a place in a literary miscellany.

FREDERIU, PRINCE OF WALES. LINES writlen on a DYING ASH. By the FREDERICK, Prince of Wales, fa late COUNTESS OF BUCKINGHAMSHIRE. ther of his late Majesty, was a man Dear friendly Ash! who long hast stood

Companion of unsocial care ! of very elegant manners, but Walpole

Best lov'd, of all the tufted wood, exhibits him in a point of view peculi

No more your verdant charms you wear. arly unfavourable. He was particularly Ah! must thou perish, beauteous tree! addicted to reading French memoirs, Emblem of life's uncertainty ! and had written those of his own time, Oft on thy bark, with sylvan pen, under the name of 6 Prince Titi.” The lover grav'd his am'rous thought : The MS. was found among the papers The MS woe found among the nanoro Oft from the gay resort of men

Thy spreading boughs affliction sougbt ; Historian, and presented And pensive oft, to seek thy shade, by the late Dr. Rose, his executor, to Perchance the falling Poet stray'd. the first Earl of Bute, who without be

But dow-or parch'd by sultry suns, stowing any remuneration or acknow Or some rude blast's pernicious breath, ledgment, conveyed them to his son, How fast thy vital moisture runs George the third. Prince Frederick And wets the sadden'd turf beneath; also composed several French songs,

Untimely falls thy leafy pride

2 Adown the mountain's craggy side. in imitation of the Regent Duke of Orleans, a model no way worthy of

Yet do not droop! reviving spring

Thy former health may still renew : imitation. Here follows the first stan- Mild Ev'ning softer gales may bring, za of a Bacchanalian relic :

And wash thy wounds with tears of dew;

Not so thy lot, frail man! may be ; * Chanson, par Frederic Prince de Galles.

Returning Spring ne'er blooms for thee. " Venez mes cheres desses Venez calmner mon chagrin ;

MR. GIBBOX. Aidez, mes belles princesses,

When Mr. Fox's library was sold in A le noyer dans le vin.

1781, the first volume of the 6 Decline * Poussons cette douce ivresse

and Fall” was brought to the hammer. Jusq'au milieu de la nuit ;

It brought three guineas, in conseEt n'ecoutons que la tendresse D'un charmant vis-a-vis.

quence of the contention produced by

the following MS. note in the well" Quand le chagrin me devore Vite à table je me mets," &c.

known hand of “ the man of the peo

ple :"_" The Author at Brooks's An article has been devoted to his

said that there was no salvation for Royal Highness, in Park's edition of

this country, until six heads of the " Lord Orford's Royal and Noble Au

principal persons in administration thors ;” and Warton has represented him in a way still more likely to con

were LAID UPON THE TABLE." Yet

eleven days afterwards, this same genfer immortality-as the friend and patron of men of genius :

tleman accepted a place under those

very ministers, and acted with them 'For to the few, with sparks ethereal stor’d, ever afterwards.

He never barr'd his castle's genial gate, But bade sweet Thomson share the friendly

SIR FRANCIS BURDETT. board:

Sir Francis Burdett was led to Cold Soothing with verse divine the toils of state ; Bath Fields by'a letter written upon Hence fired, the Bard forsook the flowery the leaf of a book, with a splinter of

plain, And deck'd the royal mask, and guild the wood, in the blood of the miserable tragic strain,'

captives who supplicated him to save them from the pangs of death, produ- sight, by firing batches of china, both ced by hunger and thirst. On visiting at Chelsea and Derby, to which the the unhappy creatures, he found them manufacture was afterwards carried. “ merely frames of men, their minds Chelsea china, originally patronized apparently as much impaired as their by the Duke of Cumberland, and afterbodies." They were Englishmen, in wards by Sir R. Faulkner, was a long an English prison, and without a trial. time in such repute as to be sold by auc

tion, and as a set was purchased as Written by AdmL. LORD NELSON to LADY

soon as baked, dealers were surroundHAMILTON.

ing the doors for that purpose. Sooner shall Britain's sons resign The empire of the sea,

EARL OF MOUNT EDGECOMBE. Than Henry shall renounce his faith, The late Lord Edgecombe had a fa

And plighted vows to thee.
And waves on waves shall cease to roll,

vourite pig, who is said to have followAnd tides forget to flow,

ed him for miles, and even to have Ere thy true Henry's constant love snuffed him in the wind, so as readily · Or ebb or change shall know.

to anticipate his arrival. This wonderDR. JOHNSON.

ful animal at last became the subject of I was told by the foreman of the an ode, of which it may not be amiss Chelsea China Manufactory, (then in to quote a lew stanzas : the work house of St. Luke's, Middle. Ye muses, quit your sacred stream, sex that Dr. Johnson had conceived a And aid me like the bards of yore, notion that he was capable of improv

Slight Milton, for like his my theme

Ove In verse was never sung before : ing on the manufacture of china. He Indeed the tale is often told in prose even applied to the directors of the Since all the world the mighty wonder Chelsea China Works, and was allow knows ! ed to bake his compositions in their Theme of sublimity! my boar, ovens in st., Chelsea. He was All hail ! thou beast of high renown, accordingly accustomed to go down As famous as the horse of yore,

That won his lucky lord a crown. with his housekeeper about twice a Fam'd as Miss Lesbia's bird, in verse so oft week, and staid the whole day, she Recorded, or the rabbits of Mell Toft! carrying a basket of provisions along Hail pig! at Tunbridge born and bred, with her. The Doctor who was not who singlest out his Lordship there, allowed to enter the mixing room, had Event that round the region spread, access to every other part of the house. And made the gaping millions stare : and formed his composition in a par

And strange it was to see, upon my word,

" A pig for ever trotting with my lord. ticular apartment, without being overlooked by any one. He had also free

Thrice happy hog! with Mrs. Joan,*

Who, in a chariot, cheek by jole, access to the oven, and superintended

Did'st Jehu-like, from Tunbridge Town the whole of the process : but com- To Mount's enchanting mansions roll; pletely failed, both as to composition Where to thy levee thousands did repair, and baking, for his materials always

With nine fat aldermen and Mr. Mayor. yielded to the intensity of the heat, The mayor a ldermen polite, while those of the company came out,

Swore that's out fee or purchase,

If so his lordsthoft it right, of the furnace perfect and complete."

They'd chose thee, gentle swine, for The Doctor retired in disgust, but not burgess. in despair, for he afterwards gave a Thank ye, replied his lordship ; but oddsdissertation on this very subject in his works ; but the overseer, who has read

Tho' asses sit, 'tis never granted pigs. this, assured me in the spring of 1814,

GEN. CHARLES LEE. that he was still ignorant of the nature. The late Dr. Huck, who, I believe, of the operation. He seemed to think was surgeon in the same regiment, was that the Dr. imagined one single sub- accustomed to tell, that the celebrated stance was sufficient, while he on the General Lee, having been crossed and other hand asserts that he always used jostled by the Scotch, many of whom sixteen, and he must have had some were put over his head, was accustomed practice, as he has nearly lost his eyc * My lady's waiting-woman.

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to teach a kind of catechism, to certain sides, I have very little to say, that is young English officers. Accordingly, worthy to be transmitted over the great after dinner at the mess, he would ask : ocean. The world either futilizes so Which is the best country for the much, or we grow so dead to it, that Scotch ? Ans. England. How do its transactions make but feeble impresthey rise? Ans. By wooing, cringing, sions on us. Retirement and nature and fawning. What are their merits? are more and more my passion every Ans. Servile obedience and complai- day. And now, even now, the charmsance,&c.&c. Being one day asked to ing time comes on : Heaven is just updine with a Scotch Major, he accepted on the point, or rather in the very act, the invitation, but at the same time of giving earth a green gown. The apologized for a peculiarity he had, voice of the nightingale is heard in our “ which was that of abusing his coun- lane. You must know, that I have entrymen when a little fuddled !” “I larged my rural domain, much to the excuse you with all my heart," rejoin- same dimensions you have done yours. ed the wily Caledonian, “ for I myself The two fields next to me, from the have a similar ill propensity, that is, on first of which I have walled—no, no, all such occasions, to beat those who paled in, about as much as my garden abuse my country !" Both parties met consisted of before ; so that the walk at table, and there was neither abuse runs around the hedge, where you may nor kicking.

figure me walking any time of the day,

and sometimes under night. For you, Original Letter of JAMES THOMSON, I imagine you reclining under cedars,

the Poet, to Mr. Paterson, found and palmettoes; and there enjoying among his papers in the cabinet of more magnificent slumbers than are Sir Andrew Mitchel, and transmit- known to the pale climates of the north; ted by Sir William Forbes of slumbers rendered awful and divine by Craigie Var and Finhay, bart. io the solemn stillness and deep fervours the Earl of Buchan, October 8, of the torrid moon! At other times I. 1791, and by him presented to Mr. image you drinking punch in groves of Stephens.*

limes or orange trees, gathering pineDEAR PATERSON,

apples from hedges as commonly as we In the first place, and previous to may blackberries, poetizing under lofty my letter, I must recommend to your laurels, or making love under fullfavour and protection, Mr.James Smith, spread myrtles. searcher in St. Christopher's; and I But to lower my style a little—As I beg of you, as occasion shall serve, and am such a genuine lover of gardening, you find he merits it, to advance him in why don't you remember me in that inthe customs. He is warmly recommen- stance,and send me some seeds of things ded to me by Sargent, who in verity that might succeed here during the sumturns out one of the best men of our mer, though they cannot perfect their youthful acquaintance, inest, honour- seeds sufficiently, in this, to them, ungeable, friendly, and gens. If we are nial climate, to propagate. In the not to oblige one anothe life becomes which case is calliloo ; that, produced a paltry, selfish affair, ?" pitiful morsel from the seed it bore here, came up in a corner. Sargent is so happily puny, ricketty, and good for nothing. married, that I could alrost say,--the There are other things certainly with same case happen to us all.

you not yet brought over hither, that That I have not answered several might flourish here in the summer-time, letters of yours, is not owing to the want and live tolerably well, provided they of friendship, and the sincerest regard be sheltered in an hospitable stove or for you; but you know me well enough green-house during the winter. You to account for my silence, without my will give me no small pleasure by sendsaying any more upon that head; be- ing me from time to time some of these * This letter appears to have been writ

seeds, if it were no more but to amuse fen in the beginning of April, 1748.

me in making the trial. With regard 2A ATHENEUM VOL. 10.

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