But give him a theme to write verse on, THE TALENTED MAN. A LETTER FROM A LADY IN LONDON TO A LADY AT LAUSANNE. DEAR Alice! you'll laugh when you know it,— I danced with the clever new poet,- I wish you had seen Lady Anne! He is such a talented man! He came up from Brazen Nose College, Of science and logic he chatters, As fine and as fast as he can; Though I am no judge of such matters, His stories and jests are delightful;— Perhaps to be kind and veracious May do pretty well at Lausanne ; But it never would answer,--good gracious! He sneers,--how my Alice would scold him!— He laughed-only think!--when I told him I vow I was quite in a passion; I broke all the sticks of my fan; But sentiment's quite out of fashion, It seems, in a talented man. Lady Bab, who is terribly moral, He's hideous, I own it. But fame, love, He's lame, but Lord Byron was lame, love, And dumpy, but so is Tom Moore. Then his voice,--such a voice! my sweet creature, My mother, you know, all the season, He has been less horrid of late. But to-day, when we drive in the carriage, It must be a talented man! P. S.-I have found, on reflection, One fault in my friend,―entre nous; (1831.) LETTERS FROM TEIGNMOUTH. I.-OUR BALL. C'est que "Comment! c'est lui? que je le regarde encore! vraiment il est bien changé; n'est ce pas, mon papa?" Les Premiers Amours. YOU'LL Come to our ball;-since we parted, For a week, when they took you away. Which you used to sing to me then. I know the romance, since it's over, 'Twere idle, or worse, to recall ;— I know you're a terrible rover; But, Clarence, you'll come to our Ball! It's only a year since, at College, You put on your cap and your gown; |