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Sun, moon, and thou vain world, adieu,
That kings and priests are plotting in; Here doom'd to starve on water-gru-el, never shall I see the U.
-niversity of Gottingen!
-niversity of Gottingen! (During the last stanza Rogero dashes his head re
peatedly against the walls of his prison; and, finally, so hard as to produce a visible contusion. He then throws himself on the floor in an agony.
The curtain drops—the music still continuing to play till it is wholly fallen.)
THE BURNING OF THE LOVE LETTER.
No morning ever seem'd so long !-
Bride of Lammermoor!”
THE WATER PERI'S SONG. FAREWELL, farewell to my mother's own daughter,
The child that she wet-nursed is lapp'd in the wave! The Mussel-man coming to fish in this water,
Adds a tear to the flood that weeps over her grave.
This greyish Bath cloak is her funeral pall,
Is her epitaph, elegy, dirges, and all !
My mother's own daughter—the last of her race-She's a corpse, the poor body! and lies in this basin, And sleeps in the water that washes her face.
Thomas Hood, CCCLXXVII. “PLEASE TO RING THE BELLE." I'll tell you a story that's not in Tom Moore: Young Love likes to knock at a pretty girl's door: So he call'd upon Lucy —'twas just ten o'clockLike a spruce single man, with a smart double knock. Now a hand-maid, whatever her fingers be at, Will run like a puss when she hears a rat-tat: So Lucy ran up-and in two seconds more Had question’d the stranger and answer'd the door. The meeting was bliss; but the parting was woe; For the moment will come when such comers must go. So she kiss'd him, and whisper'd-poor innocent thing. “ The next time you come, love, pray come with a ring."
If the man who turnips cries,
REPORT OF AN ADJUDGED CASE, NOT TO
BE FOUND IN ANY OF THE BOOKS.
The spectacles set them unhappily wrong;
To which the said spectacles ought to belong.
With a great deal of skill, and a wig full of learning; While chief baron Ear sat to balance the laws,
So famed for his talent in nicely discerning. In behalf of the Nose it will quickly appear,
And your lordship, he said, will undoubtedly find, That the Nose has had spectacles always in wear,
Which amounts to possession time out of mind. Then holding the spectacles up to the court
Your lordship observes they are made with a straddle, As wide as the ridge of the Nose is; in short,
Design'd to sit close to it, just like a saddle. Again, would your lordship a moment suppose
('Tis a case that has happen'd, and may be again) That the visage or countenance had not a Nose,
Pray who would, or who could, wear spectacles then ? On the whole it appears, and my argument shows,
With a reasoning the court will never condemn, That the spectacles plainly were made for the Nose,
And the Nose was as plainly intended for them.
He pleaded again in behalf of the Eyes;
For the court did not think they were equally wise.
Decisive and clear, without one if or but~
THE LAY OF THE LEVITE.
THERE is a sound that's dear to me,
It haunts me in my sleep; I wake, and, if I hear it not,
I cannot choose but weep. Above the roaring of the wind,
Above the river's flow, Methinks I hear the mystic cry
Of “ Clo!--old Clo!"
The exile's song, it thrills among
The dwellings of the free,
But 'tis not strange to me;
In ages long ago,
Of “ Clo!-old Clo!”
O, lose it not! forsake it not!
And let no time efface
The watchword of our race;
The Hebrew shalt thou know, So well as by the plaintive cry
Of “Clo!-old Clo!”
Even now, perchance, by Jordan's banks,
Or Sidon's sunny walls,
The palm-tree's shadow falls,
Will linger as they go,
William E. Aytoun,
My mother bids me spend my smiles
On all who come and call me fair,
To all the sparrows of the air.
For whom I hoard my little stock-
AN IMITATION OF WORDSWORTH.
THERE is a river clear and fair,
'Tis neither broad nor narrow;
Or through the air an arrow.
So long there is no knowing.
But ever to be growing.
And clothed their boughs with green ;
, And when the wind blows loud and keen, I've seen the jolly timbers laugh,
And shake their sides with merry glee-