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is certainly rather above the com- Speeches are generally Latin, someprehension of boys of his age, or times Greek, and on the great ocmine either. My studies, too, are casion, a chosen few are favoured a little changed; but with the with English, for the edification, it exception of Homer, Horace, and is to be supposed of the female Virgil, they lie principally in two part of the audience, who (10 volumes, containing extracts from disparagement to their learning), various writers lumped together, ought to be in some degree recomas the title-page sets forth, “ In pensed for listening so long, and usum Regiæ Scholæ Etonensis.” go attentively, to what they cannot Then I have nothing further to do understand. with the tracing of Maps on paper It is quite ridiculous to observe over a glass, or the other means what great politicians some of my here used for the learning of Geo. Schoolfellows are. There are a graphy ; besides, I both say and good many pastrycooks' shops construe my lessons to a different where they take in Newspapers, Master. It is quite incredible which are much more eagerly dehow very little an Etonian knows voured than any of the cakes, or of Arithmetic. I verily believe other good things, especially when that many here, not considered de- Parliament is sitting. It is increficient in abilities, would be very dible with what vigour and ani. much puzzled with a simple multi- mosity one will attack the Minisplication sum, and the very cle- ' ters, and another defend them. verest would stand a bad chance In fact, if you believe their arguif they were tried in the Rule of ments, they seem to know a great Three. There are people who deal more than any of the leading teach ciphering, but I do not see Members in the House of Com. that many learn, or, if they do, I mons. I hear that some time ago am afraid that they recollect but a few of the most violent actually little. I am exceedingly glad that drew up an Address to the Queen, Mr. Plodwell taught me as far as which they would have sent, if he has done; for I stand but a poor they could have got sufficient sig. chance of acquiring any knowledge natures. I have already picked up of that sort. There are speeches a great number of very agreeable now every week. I suppose they Cons, as we term our acquaintance are exercised often against the here, and, if you put your progrand display, which takes place jected scheme of paying us a visit before the next Holidays, when the into execution, I shall be happy to School is crowded with ladies and introduce them to you. In the gentlemen. The Orators are all mean time, with best love to from the Sixth Form : they walk Mamma and Harriet, believe me, out into the middle of the School,

Your affectionate Son, in full dress, and spout, and saw

S. RASHLEIGH, the air, with various success. The





« A most delicate Monster !”-SHAKSPEARE. The morn is laughing in the sky, The sun hath risen jocundly, Brightly the dancing beam hath shone On the cottage of clay, and the abbey of stone, As on the redolent air they float, The songs of the birds have a gayer note, And the fall of the waters hath breathed around A purer breath, and a sweeter sound; And why is Nature so richly drest In the flowery garb she loveth best? Peasant and Monk will tell you the tale! There is a wedding in Nithys-dale!

With his green vest around him flung,
His bugle o'er his shoulders hung,
And roses blushing in his hair,
The Minstrel-Boy is waiting there !
O’er his young cheek and earnest brow
Pleasure hath spread a warmer glow,
And Love his fervid look hath dight
In something of etherial light:
And still the Minstrel's pale blue eye
Is looking out impatiently,
To see his glad and tender bride
Come dancing o'er the hillock's side.
For look! the sun's all-cheering ray
Shines proudly on a joyous day;
And, ere his setting, young Le Fraile
Shall wed the Lily of Nithys-dale !

* In this his second Canto, Mr. Golightly has taken most unwarrantable liberties with his metres. He has the authority, he says, of all modern Poets ; but I enter my protest against all such innovations.


A moment, and he saw her come, That maiden, from her latticed home, With eyes all love, and lips apart, And faltering step, and beating heart. She came, and joined her cheek to his In one prolonged, one rapturous kiss, And while it thrilled through heart and limb, The world was nought to her or him! Fair was the boy; a woman's grace Beamed o'er his figure and his face, His red lips had a maiden's pout, And his fight eyes look'd sweetly out, Scattering a thousand vivid flashes Beneath their long and jetty lashes ;- . And she, the still and timid bride, That clung so fondly to his side, Might well have seem'd to Fancy's sight Some slender thing of air or light! So white an arm, so pale a cheek, A look sò eloquently meek, A neck of such a marble hue, An eye of such transparent blue, Could never, never, take their birth From parentage of sordid earth! He that had searched fair England round,' A lovelier pair had never found, Than that minstrel boy, the young Le Fraile, And Alice, the Lily of Nithys-dale !

Hark! hark!"a sound! it flies along,
How fearfully!-a trembling throng
Come round the Bride in wild amaze,
All ear and eye to hear and gaze;
Again it came, that sound of wonder,
Rolling alone like distant thunder ;
“ That barbarous growl, that horrid noise-
Was it indeed a human voice?
The man must have a thousand tongues,
And bellows of brass, by way of lungs !”.

Each to his friend, in monstrous fuss,
· The staring Peasants whispered thus :-
“ Hark! hark ! another echoing shout!”:
And, as the Boobies stared about,
Just leaping o'er a mountain's brow,
They saw the Brute that made the row;

Two meadows and a little bog':
Divided them from cruel Gog!

Maiden and matron, boy and man, You can't conceive how fast: they ran! '' And as they scampered, you might hearin A thousand sounds of pain and fear. “ I get so tired!"*"Where's my son ?”_ “ How fast the horrid Beast comes on!”

What plaguy teeth!"24" You heard him roar!" “ I never puffed so much before!” . “ I can't imagine what to do!"" " Whom has he caught?"-4" I've lost my shoe !" «« Oh! I'm a sinful? Father Joe, Do just absolve me as we go!” “ Absolve you here ?: pray hold your pother; I would'nt do it for my Mother! A pretty time to stop and shrive, Zounds! we shall all be broiled alive! .:: I feel the spit.!” Nay, Father, nay! Don't talk in such a horrid way!" . “ Oh! mighty Love! to thee I bow! Oh give me wings, and save me now !" ". A fig for Love” don't talk of figs ! He'll stick us all like sucking-pigs, Or skin us like a dish of eels" “ Run-run--he's just upon your heels !” “ I promise the Abbey a silver cup! Holy St. Jerome, trip him up!" I promise the Abbey a silver crown! Holy St. Jerome, knock him down ! " The Monster came, and singled out '; ", The tenderest bit in all the rout; Spite of her weeping and her charms, He tore her from her Lover's Woe for that hapless Minstrel-Boy! " Where is, his pride, his hope, his joy?

His eye is wet,---his cheek is pale; .? · He hath lost the Lily of Nithyswdale! !!

It chanc'd that day two, travelling folk ,
Had spread their clothi beneath an oak,'
And sat them gaily down to dine, : :.!"
On good fat buck, and ruddy: wine.
One was a Friar, fat and sleek, '
With pimpled nose, and rosy cheek,

And belly, whose capacious paunch
Told tales of many, a buried haunch.
He was no Stoic !-in his eye
Frolic fought hard with Gravity;
And though he strove, in conversation,
To talk as best beseemed his station,
Yet did he make some little slips ;
And in the corners of his lips
There were some sly officious dimples,
Which spake no love for roots and simples.
The other was a hardy Knight,
Caparison'd for instant fight;
You might have deem'd him fram'd of stone,
So huge he was of limb and bone:
His short black hair, unmix'd with gray,
Curld closely on his forehead lay;
His brow was swarthy, and a scar,
Not planted there in recent war,
Had drawn one long and blushing streak
Over the darkness of his cheek.
The Warrior's voice was full and bold;
His gorgeous arms were rich with gold;
But weaker shoulders soon would fail
Beneath that cumbrous mass of mail;
Yet from his bearing you might guess
He oft had worn a softer dress,
And laid aside that nodding crest
To lap his head on Lady's breast.

The meal of course was short and hasty, And they had half got through the pasty, When hark !-a shriek rung loud and shrill; The Churchman jump'd, and dropp'd the gill ; The Soldier started from the board, And twin'd his hand around his sword ; While they stood wondering at the din, The Minstrel-Boy came running in.. With trembling frame, and rueful face, He bent his knee, and told his case: “ The Monster's might away hath riven My bliss on Earth, my hope in Heaven ; And there is nothing left me now. But doubt above, and grief below! My heart and her's together fly, And she must live, or I must die !

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