Oh yes, if any truth is found In the dull schoolman's theme, If mirth, youth's playmate, feels fatigue At least he'll run with you a league ;- Perhaps your eyes may grow more bright O'er me have many winters crept But I have learn'd, and toil'd and wept; I've never had the gout, 'tis true; My hair is hardly grey; But now I cannot laugh like you : I used to have as glad a face. I once could run as blithe a race And though I look so very grave, Laugh on, laugh on to-day! Winthrop M. Praed. CCCCI. THE EFFECTS OF AGE. YES; I write verses now and then, As rather clever ; In the last quarter are my eyes, Or now or never. Fairest that ever sprang from Eve! 'Twas once a lover? I cannot clear the five-bar gate, To trundle over. Thro' gallopade I cannot swing The entangling blooms of Beauty's spring: I cannot say the tender thing, Be it true or false, And am beginning to opine Those girls are only half-divine Whose waists you wicked boys entwine In giddy waltz. I fear that arm above that shoulder, And panting less. Ah, people were not half so wild, The Brave Queen Bess. Walter S. Landor. CCCCII. SCHOOL AND SCHOOLFellows. TWELVE years ago I made a mock I knew the streets of Rome and Troy, Twelve years ago !-how many a thought The voices of dear friends, the looks Kind Mater smiles again to me, And shunning every warning; Now stopping Harry Vernon's ball Now hearing Wentworth's "Fourteen all!" And striking for the pocket; Now feasting on a cheese and flitch,— Now drinking from the pewter ; Now leaping over Chalvey ditch, Now laughing at my tutor. Where are my friends? I am alone; Some lie beneath the Churchyard stone, And some draw swords for liberty. And some draw pleas for John Doe. Tom Mill was used to blacken eyes Now Mill keeps order in the land, And Medlar's feet repose unscann'd Wild Nick, whose oaths made such a din, And Mullion, with that monstrous chin, And Darrell studies, week by week, His Mant, and not his Manton; And Ball, who was but poor at Greek, 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 : In Parliament I fill my seat, But often, when the cares of life When Lady Jane is in a pet, When Captain Hazard wins a bet, For hours and hours I think and talk I long to lounge in Poet's Walk, 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, And find huge wealth in one pound one, Vast wit in broken noses, And play Sir Giles at Datchet Lane, A happy boy,-at Drury's. CCCCIII. Winthrop M. Praed. ODE ON A DISTANT PROSPECT OF CLAPHAM ACADEMY. Aн me! those old familiar bounds! That classic house, those classic grounds My pensive thought recalls! What tender urchins now confine, Ay, that's the very house! I know Its chimneys in the rear! And there's the iron rod so high, There I was birch'd! there I was bred! From Learning's woeful tree! The summon'd class!—the awful bow !-- And wholesome anguish sheds! And Mrs. S***?-Doth she abet |