How gayly I passed the long days, "How simple was I to believe Or the flattering landscapes they give, "What tho' I have got my dear Phil; A husband is what one may hate! "And thou, my old woman, so dear, My all that is left of relief, Whatever I suffer, forbear Forbear to dissuade me from grief; 'Tis in vain, as you say, to repine At ills which cannot be redress'd; "If, farther to soothe my distress, The last humble solace I wait, Wou'd Heav'n but indulge me the boon, May some dream, less unkind than my fate, In a vision transport me to town. "Clarissa, meantime, weds a beau, Forgot, and secluded from view; LADY MARY WORTLEY MONTAGU. There, melancholy, pensive, and alone, She meditates on the forsaken town: On her rais'd arm reclin'd her drooping head, 66 Ah, what avails it to be young and fair: To move with negligence, to dress with care? What worth have all the charms our pride can boast, If all in envious solitude are lost? Where none admire, 'tis useless to excell; Where none are beaux, 'tis vain to be a belle; Beauty, like wit, to judges should be shewn ; We cannot break one stubborn country heart; The town, the court, is Beauty's proper sphere; And dreaded mine more than the Monarch's frown; When rival statesmen for my favour strove, Sleep (wretched maid!) all night, and dream all day; Go at set hours to dinner, and to prayer; Now with mamma at tedious whist I play; Is this the life a beauty ought to lead? To form a housewife in a mould like mine? Let me be seen!—could I that wish obtain, PICCADILLY. ICCADILLY! shops, palaces, bustle, and breeze, The whirring of wheels, and the mur- By night or by day, whether noisy or stilly, Wet nights, when the gas on the pavement is streaming, And young Love is watching, and old Love is dreaming, And Beauty is whirling to conquest, where shrilly Cremona makes nimble thy toes, Piccadilly! Bright days, when a stroll is my afternoon wont, And I meet all the people I do know, or don't :Here is jolly old Brown, and his fair daughter Lillie No wonder some pilgrims affect Piccadilly! See yonder pair riding, how fondly they saunter, Were I such a bride, with a slave at my feet, "Old Q. sat at gaze,-who now passes below? A frolicksome statesman, the Man of the Day; A laughing philosopher, gallant and gay; Never darling of fortune more manfully trod, Full of years, full of fame, and the world at his nod: Can the thought reach his heart, and then leave it more chilly "Old P. or old Q.,-I must quit Piccadilly ?" Life is chequer'd; a patchwork of smiles and of frowns ; We value its ups, let us muse on its downs; There's a side that is bright, it will then turn us t'other; One turn, if a good one, deserves yet another. These downs are delightful, these ups are not hilly,Let us turn one more turn ere we quit Piccadilly. FREDERICK LOCKER. ST. JAMES'S STREET. T. JAMES'S STREET, of classic fame, St. James's Street? I know the name, |