For months still I lingered in hope and in doubt, She died, and she left me the saddest of men, O, I felt all the power of solitude then, As I ate my first natives alone! But when I beheld Virtue's friends in their cloaks, O, my grief poured a flood! and the out-of-door folks THE CARELESSE NURSE MAYD. I SAWE a Mayd sitte on a Bank, And whiles His flatterynge Vowes She drank, All Even Tide they Talkde and Kist, With angrie Hands and frownynge Browe, She then beginnes to wayle the Ladde The Momente that her Care was drownd! ODE TO PERRY, THE INVENTOR OF THE PATENT PERRYAN PEN. "In this good work, Penn appears the greatest, usefullest of God's instruments. Firm and unbending when the exigency requires it soft and yielding when rigid inflexibility is not a desideratum - fluent and flowing, at need, for eloquent rapidity-slow and retentive in cases of deliberation - never spluttering or by amplification going wide of the mark never splitting, if it can be helped, with any one, but ready to wear itself out rather in their service all things as it were with all men, - ready to embrace the hand of Jew, Christian, or Mahometan, heavy with the German, light with the Italian, oblique with the English, upright with the Roman, backward in coming forward with the Hebrew, in short, for flexibility, amiability, constitutional durability, general ability, and universal utility, it would be hard to find a parallel to the great Penn." - PERRY'S CHARACTERISTICS OF A SETTLER. O! PATENT Pen-inventing Perrian Perry! That now unplucked of their quill-feathers wander, Untroubled for one penny-worth of pen, For which they chant thy praise all Britain through, From Goose-Green unto Gander-Cleugh! Friend to all Author-kind, Whether of Poet or of Proser, Thou art composer unto the composer Of pens, —— yea, patent vehicles for Mind To carry it on jaunts, or more extensive Perrygrinations through the realms of thought; Each plying from the Comic to the Pensive, An Omnibus of intellectual sort! Modern improvements in their course we feel; Dry goods, and human bodies, pay their fares, Mind flies on steel, To Penrith, Penrhyn, even to Penzance; To Pennsylvania, or, without rash vaunts, In times bygone, when each man cut his quill, What horrid, awkward, bungling tools of trade Some capable of ladye-billets neat, Some only fit for ledger-keeping clerk, And some to grub down Peter Stubbs his mark, Equal to ships, and wiggy heads, and swans! To try in any common inkstands, then, Was like a dip into a lucky box : You drew, and got one very curly, And last, not least, by way of a relief, Had tried his candle-cookery upon, Not so thy Perryan Pens! True to their M's and N's, They do not with a whizzing zig-zag split, Huge full-stop blots, Where even semicolons were unfit. They will not frizzle up, or, broom-like, drudge Nay, bought at proper "Patent Perryan" shops, The grown-up Annual, or the Juvenile, Pleasant they are to feel! So firm! so flexible! composed of steel Or kings to sign the warrant stern of death There is so little of the goose about 'em, Ah! who can paint that first great awful night, When the poor dramatist, all fume and fret, more f's yet: Flushed, frigid, flurried, flinching, fitful, flat, Or rather doubt with hope, a wretched marriage, Witness how Beazley vents upon his hat Gnawed up one long kid glove, and all her bag, Poole told me that he felt a monstrous pail |