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Think not with hunger heaves that bulky breast: 'Tis fulness visible and speech supprest. Calm in excess—in drunkenness sedate, His proud craw wrestles with its mastering treat: That belch the conflict ends !-he falts not yet; Sums every tooth for one more effort set. At once by wine-wine's conquering pow'r to brave, . He would not sip, but gulp the purple wave; Expand his mighty mouth for one last treat, And rally life's whole energy-to eat!
Upfear'd is now that spoon which oft ensnar'd The trembling jelly which his fork had spar'd; Those glasses mute, which on the lily cloth Jingled to deeds of more than civic wrath; Once poised by peerless skill--once dear to fame, The flask which could not cool supports his frame : His fix'd eye dwells upon the shining blade, As if in silent agony he said, “ Oh might I yet by one sublime · set-to,' Not shun my fate, but share it still with you!" Vain hope!, the fumes of claret fast ascend : That giant chest's voracious pow'r must bend; Yet shall he scorn, tho' failing, to betray One dastard sign of terror or dismay. With one faint snore, to shame his sleepy eyes, In drink sublime--magnificent in pies!' Yet his were deeds unchronicled--till now No civic wreaths have grown to grace his brow. Him-soothing thoughts console of duties done, Of eating honours, for his " Company” won. And be whose jolly form gives deathless fame To Portsoken*- ne'er drinks without a name!
* No particular or personal allusion is meant.,
Happy to grace some Alderman be-mayor’d,
Curious Adventure.-Two gentlemen have lately arrived in the neighbourhood of Londonderry, from New York, who relate a very extraordinary occurrence which happened to a young man that emigrated some years since from the parish of Glendermott to the United States. It seems that the latter, accompanied by a middle-aged man, was travelling through some thick woods, when he espied a very large tree, on the branches of which appeared a pathway to the top. Being struck with its appearance, his curiosity prompted him to ascend its summit, which had been previously broken off, and displayed a yawning hollow trunk. After having viewed it, he was about to descend, when by some accident he missed his footing, and fell into the trunk, at the bottom of which lay two young bears. There he remained for some time before the old man had courage to search for him, and when he did, he was unable to ronder him any assistance. He went, however, to procure a rope.
During his absence the old bear came, and what must be the sensations of the unfortunate youth, on seeing the huge body of the ferocious
animal darkening in its descent his dreary habitation, which he might then literally consider his coffin ! The nature of the place, however, rendered it necessary for his frightened neighbour to descend with her tail foremost, as otherwise she could not have returned. Finding her in this posture, his only remedy, he thought, was to lay fast hold of her posteriors, which so affrighted the bear that she immediately ascended, dragging him up to the top; and her fear was so great that she fell off a branch and broke her heart! While the young man quietly descended, to the great satisfaction of his fellow-traveller, whom he met returning with assistance. He has since, it is added, become immensely rich. (Belfast NewsLetter.)
Saint Swithin's Day.--Swithin was a saint of great celebrity about the ninth century, and bishop of Winchester. At his own previous particular solicitation he was buried in the church-yard of Winchester, instead of the chancel of the Minster, as was usual with other bishops; but his grave becoming famous for the wonderful miracles wrought by his remains, an order was obtained to remove the holy reliques into the choir, as better suiting their merits, and a solemn procession was appointed to grace the ceremony. A most violent shower of rain, however, fell on the destined day, and continued for thirty-nine others without intermission. In consequence of which, the idea of a removal was abandoned, as displeasing to St. Swithin, though it would appear that that saint afterwards relented, and permitted his bones to be taken from the cemetery, and lodged among the remains of the other bishops, in 1093. The vulgar adage, that we shall have forty days continuance of wet weather, whenever rain falls on St. Swithin's festival, no doubt arose from Monkish superstition ; but without disputing the fact, there is no occasion to have recourse to a miracle to account for such a phenomenon. Experience has amply shown, that whenever a wet season sets in about the end of June to the middle of July, when the heat of the sun is usually most intense, it generally continues to nearly the end of the summer, when the action of that orb has considerably abated; the rain affording matter for exhalation, always naturally the strongest at the hottest period of the year, and those exhalations yielding in return matter for rain.
Epigrams from the Italian.-By Zappi.
Epitaph on a Drunkard.— By Noncalli. Of tippling Mary sleep the sad remains
Within this sculptur'd urn, by goblets grac’d; But ah! her spirit feels unnumber'd pains,
Beside her that an empty glass is plac'd.
Manners and Customs of the Swedes.' (FROM PRIVATE LETTERS WRITTEN BY A PERSON OF DIS
TINCTION NOW RESIDING AT GOTTENBURGH.) Swedish Etiquette.--- They consider it most polite to allow strangers to select their own society; and it is, therefore, the rule for every new comer to leave cards at the doors of those families they choose to visit. This appeared to us so strange and obtrusive, that it was long before we could bring ourselves to adopt it. But we received so many messages on the subject from some of the principal families, and the necessity was so '. strongly urged by every one, that we were at last obliged to comply. Some of the gentlemen even came themselves, all urging that it would be impossible for them to depart from their custom, inasmuch as it would be establishing a precedent. Thus finding by every one it was really expected, we at last made out a list of about twenty families whom we chose to visit, and rode through the town one morning, leaving our cards at their doors.
The Women. Though there are some pretty and rather agreeable women, their manners and customs are so different from our own, and they speak such indifferent English, that we cannot have much mental communication, and I can feel nothing like friendship for any one of them. You will be surprised to hear there is but one English woman in Gottenburgh, though, from the names of the principal men here, you would suppose