the remainder of the world, but they will be long engraven on the hearts of the inhabitants of Chamouny. The guide ceased, rose, and resumed the road to the vil lage. I followed in silence, after having given a last look to a monument raised by repentance to love, and ruminating on the mournful fate which had brought together two beings separated by the tumultuous events of life, and had consigned them to eternal rest beneath those rude and solitary cliffs at a distance from the friends of their childhood. A ROWLAND FOR AN OLIVER; OR, A TRIP TO GRETNA GREEN: A BALLAD. Tom Oliver, of milling fame, A place renown'd for Hymen's Reign, But not on Matrimony bent, Valour and strength his boast- Tom made quite sure to gain the Day That ev'ry penny he did lay (Some say his bed was sold.) He likewise wrote unto his wife, Before the fight began, The day is mine-My dearest life! "Stake both beer and butts, you may, "A larger house you must look out, For I intend to give a rout : As soon as I come back. "You'd better up to Millbank go, Unto the Distillers; More Spirits order, with Noyeau, And treat flash friends with brimmers." The day's now come, but weather wet, Tag, rag, and bobtail, off they start, Arrived at the wish'd for Green, The champions come, with allies fam'd, The Gauntlet thrown their fist's arranged, Hard fighting, left-hand blows, Carter lost claret from a wound Who 'vantage had in 'leventh round, And gained some eclat. The scale's now turn'd, Dame Fortune smiles, Tom's friends repeated cheers; But, fickle jade, she them beguiles, Straight milling, fibbing, flinching, slips, Alas, poor Tom! thy fate drew near; Tom's friends how shed the " 'briny tear," But with clos'd eyes Tom scorn'd to flinch, He prov'd bottom ev'ry inch. He fought 'till rounds he'd thirty one, The greediest of the milling train, But none did feel of either's pain, TO CORRESPONDENTS. Grateful for the encouragement received, we regret our inability to insert all the communications forwarded to us. They will be noticed in due course, particularly "Christmas Eve." We pledge ourselves to complete a volume, and we hope and trust to continue it for many years. In reply to the observation that our interest would be better served by selecting light and frivolous articles: our answer is, that times have changed, and improved systems of education, must produce an enlarged spirit of inquiry, that no man "however vicious, desires to be thought a fool;" and carefully avoiding works of an immoral tendency, we presume an entertaining work may be furnished at a low price. An outline engraving of the statue erected to the memory of Mr. Fox, is in hand.. The travels of Ali Bey, read before the National Institute of France, (and since translated into English) will shortly be noticed. It is a valuable but very expensive work. The Amusing Chronicle is published at No. 6, Gilbert's Passage, Portugal street, and served at the houses of the subscribers, in the same manner as newspapers and magazines. G. Stobbs, Printer, Catherine Street, Strand. |