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From Sam, “ The Chancellor's motto”-näy,
Confound his puns, he knows I hate 'em; “ Pro Rege, Lege, Grege”-aye,
" For king read mob?" Brougham's old erratum. From Seraphina Price_" At two
Till then I can't, my dearest John, stir." Two more, because I did not go,
Beginning “ Wretch !” and “ Faithless monster 1" “ Dear Sir,
This morning Mrs P,
Precisely, with another baby;
“ We'll name it John, and know with pleasure
You'll stand”- -Five guineas more, confound it ! I wish they'd call'd it Nebuchadnezzar,
Or thrown it in the Thames, and drown'd it.
What have we next? A civil Dun,
“ John Brown would take it as a favour". Another, and a surlier one,
“I can't put up with sich behaviour." “ Bill so long standing," quite tired out,"
“ Must sit down to insist on payment”« Call’d ten times !”-here's a fuss about
A few coats, waistcoats, and small raiment ! For once I'll send an answer, and in
-form Mr Snip he needn't " call” so, But, when his bill's as “ tired of standing"
As he is, beg 'twill “ sit down" also. This from my rich old uncle, Ned,
Thanking me for my annual present, And saying he last Tuesday wed
His cook-maid Nelly-vastly pleasant!
“ And then, perhaps, you will as well see
The poor dear fellow safe to school, At Dr Smith's, in Little Chelsea ?”
Heaven send he flog the little fool!
From Lady Snooks : “ Dear sir, you know,
You promised me last week a Rebus,
For my new Album ?” Aid me, Phæbus !
Yet should my first my second see,
And sadly shock'd my first would be! “Were I but what my Whole implies,
And pass'd by chance across your portal, You'd cry, ' Can I believe my eyes ?
I never saw so queer a mortal!' “ For then my head would not be on,
My arms their shoulders must abandon, My very body would be gone,
I should not have a leg to stand on!” Come, that's dispatch'd—what follows ?-stay
“Reform demanded by the nation ! Vote for Tagrag and Bobtail !”-aye,
By Jove, a blessed Reformation!!
Jack, clap the saddle upon Rose,
Or no--the filly-she's the fleeter; The devil take the rain-Here goes
I'm off-a plumper for Sir Peter !
THE POEM OF PAN.
Sing me a song about Pan,
Cloven-foot Capricorn, son
O'er woody cragg'd Pisa, in fun,
Him shouting out-Pan-Pan.
Piping o'er mountainous top,
the goats crop,
With their summits all cover'd with snow;
That murmur in thickets below;
And bends his shaggd ears as they flow.
Where the goats seem to hang in the air,
And the cliffs touch the clouds with their jags,
Skipping o'er white-shining crags,
Bounds after the swift-footed stags.
To shades of cool caverns he takes,
Of the reeds his new instrument makes;
And the spirit of melody wakes.
With his capriciosos, preferr'd
When her out-pouring plaining is heard.
Pipes far sweeter notes than the bird.
Encircle the dark-welling spring,
And throws back the music they sing-
Adroitly bounds into the ring.
And he leads with a pleasant constraint
That the crocus and hyacinth paint ;
Rehearsing their chronicles quaint.
And the gods in that heavenly hall,
Who was chosen the herald of all.
Drove goats as a goatherd to stall.
Fair Dryope's tresses of gold;
For she too was not very cold.
She bore him a wonderful son,
Goat-footed, capricorn rough,
And indeed it was frightful enough:
When she saw the babe bearded and bluff.
But Hermes he dandled the boy,
And thought him the merriest imp,
For he was not the godhead to limp;
And away he went up to Olymp.
Jupiter sat not alone,
But his time with his deities whild,
Look'd round to their worships and smiled,
“ Look ye all at my beautiful child !”
Raptures affected the gods,
(On earth we should say to a man,)
Put in motion the whole divan.
So they gave him the name of Pan.
Still deign to visit this earth..
That has told of thy wondrous birth.
Because he pleased taon, saith the original. --AU being no play on the word Pan, I have chosen a word that has, and perhaps somewhat expresses the same idea.
THE RIVER NIGER-TERMINATION IN THE SEA.
LETTER FROM JAMES MACQUEEN, ESQ.
TO THE EDITOR OF BLACKWOOD's MAGAZINE.
Sir,-Last autumn you received of the important geographical fact, an article
from me containing a re- which, from long and patient enview of Clapperton's last, Lander's quiry, and from good authority, (aufirst, and De Caillé's late travels in thority wbich has not been, because Africa, together with such farther in- it could
not be, contradicted) I had so formation as I had obtained relative often, and so many years ago, laid to the termination of the great river before the public. Niger in the Atlantic Ocean. This arti- Justice to myself and justice to cle was in types, and was to have ap- the important subject, however, repeared in your September Number, quire of me at this moment to draw, along with a corrected map of the and as shortly as possible, the attencourse and termination of the Niger. tion of the public to the facts conThe length of the article, and the way cerning this case. in which your columns have been Sixteen years ago, I pointed out in occupied with important political a small treatise, published in this discussions, have hitherto prevented city, that the Niger terminated in the the appearance of my communica- Atlantic Ocean in the Bight of Benin tion in your widely circulated public and Biafra, and it is exactly eleven cation. I am now, however, better years since I laid before his Majespleased that it should stand over till ty's government, in the several pubthe publication of Lander's new lic departments, a memorial, accomwork, as the whole subject of Afri- panied by a map, upon a very large can geography can then be more scale, pointing out the important fact, satisfactorily brought forward in one and shewing the course of the Niger view, that enterprising traveller ha- and its principal tributary streams ving just arrived in England, with through the interior of Northern Afthe confirmation, from personal re- rica, downwards to the Atlantic search and ocular demonstration, Ocean. This memorial also went