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Light-pursed, light-hearted, addle-brained,
And often captivated,
And, save at chess——unmated.
Yet oh !--if Nemesis with me
Should sport, as with my betters,
To prate of flowers and fetters,-
To make this fortress tremble ;
Whose they should most resemble ! (NOVEMBER 20, 1827.)
SCHOOL AND SCHOOL-FELLOWS.
Twelve years ago I made a mock
Of filthy trades and traffics :
I wrote delightful sapphics :
I supp'd with fates and furies;
A happy boy, at Drury's.
Twelve years ago!-how many a thought
Of faded pains and pleasures Those whispered syllables have brought
From memory's hoarded treasures ! The fields, the farms, the bats, the books,
The glories and disgraces,
Of old familiar faces !
Kind Mater smiles again to me,
As bright as when we parted;
Pursuing every idle dream,
And shunning every warning; With no hard work but Boyney Stream,
No chill except Long Morning :
Now stopping Harry Vernon's ball,
That rattled like a rocket ·
And striking for the pocket :
Now drinking from the pewter ;
Now laughing at my tutor.
Where are my friends ?-I am alone,
No playmate shares my beaker-Some lie beneath the churchyard stone,
And some before the Speaker; And some compose a tragedy,
And some compose a rondo; And some draw sword for liberty,
And some draw pleas for John Doe.
Tom Mill was used to blacken eyes,
Without the fear of sessions ;
As much as false professions.
A magistrate pedantic;
Beneath the wide Atlantic
Wild Nick, whose oaths made such a din,
Does Dr. Martext's duty;
Is married to a beauty;
His Mant, and not his Manton;
Is very rich at Canton.
And I am eight-and-twenty now
The world's cold chains have bound me; And darker shades are on my brow,
And sadder scenes around me:
With many other noodles;
And sip my hock at Boodle's.
But often, when the cares of life
Have set my temples aching, When visions haunt me of a wife,
When duns await my waking,
Or Hoby in a hurry,
Or Beaulieu spoils a curry:
* For hours and hours I think and talk
Of each remembered hobby;
To shiver in the lobby;
I wish that I could run away
From house, and court, and levee, Where bearded men appear to-day,
Just Eton boys, grown heavy;
That I could bask in childhood's sun,
And dance o'er childhood's roses ;
Vast wit in broken noses ;
And call the milk-maids houris;
A happy boy at Drury's !