What bard shall dare? Perhaps his nose?— I know not! But the Parson waited, H. CHOLMONDELEY PENNELL. THE TALENTED MAN. A LETTER FROM A LADY IN LONDON TO A LADY AT LAUSANNE. EAR Alice! you'll laugh when you know it, Last week, at the Duchess's ball, I danced with the clever new poet, You've heard of him,-Tully St. Paul. He is such a talented man! He came up from Brazen-nose College, Of science and knowledge he chatters, Though I am no judge of such matters, you; His stories and jests are delightful May do pretty well at Lausanne ; He sneers, how my Alice would scold him!At the bliss of a sigh or a tear; He laughed-only think!-when I told him How we cried o'er Trevelyan last year; 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, Has told me that Tully is vain, I listened, and doubted, dear Alice, He's hideous, I own it. But fame, love, G Then his voice,—such a voice! my sweet creature, It's like your aunt Lucy's toucan: But oh! what's a tone or a feature, My mother, you know, all the season, He has been less horrid of late. It must be a talented man! P.S.-I have found, on reflection, One fault in my friend,―entre nous; WINTHROP MACKWORTH PRAED. THE DASHING YOUNG FELLOW. O Pygwyggyne is going to marry- I believe he's of kin to a Duke, Or a Marquis, or else to an Earl, Yes, indeed, he's a dashing young fellow- His horse he can sit like a centaur, He rides like a trump to the hounds; His tailor he owes, I may venture To say, ten or twelve hundred pounds. His bills and his bets have no bounds, He can fence, box, row, steer, reef, and furl,——— Oh! by Jove! he's a dashing young fellow, And she's a most fortunate girl! Though to business he never attended, Now his bride's handsome fortune will clear He keeps dogs and guns in large forces, And seven or eight tall Irish horses, Which he loves more than aught save himself. That he marries the lady for pelf Sure none can suspect but a churl For you know he's a dashing young fellow, And she's a most fortunate girl! At the pistol to none he'll surrender, But you know good advice is a pearl- WILLIAM MACQUORN RANKINE. THE HANDSOMEST MAN IN THE ROOM. 'VE always been told that I'm pretty I'm accomplished, good-tempered, and And papa has got plenty of pelf. Yes, I know I deserve the attention, Of" the handsomest man in the room." When I met that sublimest of fellows, The sight really made my heart jump; Other men shrank to mere punchinellos, As he towered like a pine in a clump. So noble and classic each feature, With a touching expression of gloom, That I said to myself "The dear creature! He's the handsomest man in the room!" "Yes!" I said to myself,-"The dear creature! He's the handsomest man in the room!" |