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Another year has took its flight,

O full of sweetness, crispness, ease, Pass'd like a shadow or a dream,

Compound of lovely smalluesses, Like as a transcient gleam of light,

Accomplished trifle,-tell us what Or bubble floating on the stream.

To call thee, and disgrace thee not,

Worlds of fancies come about us,
So year on year successive glides,
And soon compleats the age of man,

Thrill within, and glance without us.
Thro' fourscore vears it swiftly slides,

Now we think that there must be And finishes life's narrow span.

In thee some humanity,*

Such a taste composed and fine But oft, in life's uncertain day,

Smiles along that touch of thine. What numbers fall in youthful bloom!

Now we call thee heavenly rain, Snatch'd by a sudden stro!.e away,

For thy fresh continued strain! And sink into the dreary tomb.

Now a hail, that on the ground How many, in life's early hour,

Splits into light leaps of sound ! Just ope their eyes, and see the light;

Now the concert, neat and nice, And soon, by death's resistless power,

Of a pigmy paradise ; Are clos'd'in everlasting night.

Sprinkles then from singing fountains; Since life's uncertain, death so sure,

Fairies heard on tops of mountains ; Why then does man his time employ

Nightingales endued with art, In gaining pleasures insecure,

Caught in listening to Mozart: And blast his hopes of future joy?

Stars that make a distant tiukling,

While their happy eyes are twinkling; When well he knows that soon he must

Sounds for scattered rills to how to; Resign his riches and his care,

Music for the flowers to His body mingle with the dust,

O thou sweet and sudden pleasure, And leave behind all he holds dear.

Dropping in ihe lap of leisure,

Essence of harmonious joy,
Since then, from man the time's conceal'a, Epithet-exhausting toy,

When he must quit this earthly sphere, Well may lovely hands and eyes
May he, from sacred truths reveal’d,
For that momentous change prepare !

Start at thee in sweet surprise;

Nor will we consent to see

In thee mere machinery,
But recur to the great springs
Of divine and human things,
And acknowledge thee a lesson

For despondence to lay stress op,
ON HEARINGA LITTLE MUSICAL BOX. Waiting with a placid sorrow

What may come from heaven to mor-


And the music hoped at last, « Dilettevol 'suoni

When this jarring life is past. Faceano intorno l'aria tintinnire D'armonia dolce, e di concenti buoni.''

Come tben for another strain,

We must have thee o'er again

grow to!

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* For this, and the other beautiful thongbt in the closing line of the paragraph, the author is indebted to two friends who enjoyed the music with him, - the former to the gentleman who treated him with it, the lata ter to a lady.

Hallo?what?-where? --what can

it be
That strikes up so deliciously?
I never in my life—what? no!
That little tin box playing so ?
It really seemed as if a sprite,
Had struck among us, swift and light,
And come from some minuter star,
To treat us with his pearl guitar.

Hark! it scarcely ends the strain,
But it gives it o'er again,
Lovely thing !-aud runs along,
Just as if it kyew the song,
Touching out,smooth,clear and small,
Harmony, and shake, and all,
Now upon the treble lingering,
Dancing now as if 'twere fingering,
And at last, upon the close
Coining with geuteel repose.

London : Printed and Published for the

Proprietors by G. Morgas, 42, Holywell
Street, Strand.-May be lmd also of
SHERWOOD, NEELY, and Jones, Pater-
noster-row ; SIMPKIN and MARSHALL,
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the family of their street-door being left open: and that if it was not soon

shut, they would probably be robbed GHOSTS. --- When Dr. Johnson before morning.” Dr. Fowler seized rallied for his faith in Ghosts, he used his hat and departed ! to call over the names of the various eminent characters, who at different AURUNGZEBE, who died Emperor periods had been of his opinion : among of the Moguls in 1707, upon his recothese he generally mentioned Dr. Fow

very from a long illness, employed more ler, Bishop of Gloucester, in the early of his time and attention upon the afpart of the eighteenth century. Of fairs of government than his weakness that prelate the following conversation would permit.

One of his Ministers with Judge Powell is recorded on good took occasion to represent to him the authority : “Since I saw you," said danger of this excessive fatigue, and the Judge, “I have had ocular demon

the consequences which might result stration of the existence of nocturnal from it. Aurungzebe darted a long full apparitions.” “I am glad, Mr. Justice, of contempt and indignation at him; you are become a convert to truth: but and, turning round to the other courdo you say actual ocular demonstration ? tiers present, he thus magnanimously Pray let me know the particulars of the addressed himself to them : story at large.” “ My Lord, I will. It

there not (said he) circumstances in was---let me see, last Thursday night, which a king ought to hazard his life, between the hours of eleven and twelve, nay to perish sword in hand, if it is nebut nearer the latter than the former, as cessary, for the defence of his country? I lay sleeping in my bed, I was suddenly There are; and yet this worthless flatawakened by an uncommon noise, and terer would not have me to sacrifice my heard something coming up stairs and repose to the welfare of my subjects. stalking directly towards my room : the Can he suppose me ignorant, that the door flying open, I drew back my cur divinity seated me upon the throne purtain, and saw a faint glimmering light posely for the felicity of the many milenter my chamber." « Of a blue colour,

lions of my fellow-creatures, who were no doubt." “ The light was of a pale to be subjected to my authority? No, blue, my Lord; and followed by a tall

no, Aurungzebe will never forget the meagre personage, his locks hoary with saying of Sadi, “ Kings, resign your age, and clothed in a long, loose gown; royalty, or reign by yourselves. Alas! a leathern girdle was about his loins; grandeur and prosperity already spread his beard thick and grisly; a large fur

so many snares for us: unhappy that cap on his head, and a long staff on his we are everything sinks us into hand.Struck with astonishment,I remain- effeminacy; woman by her caresses, ed for some time motionless and silent : pleasure by its attractions.

And shall the figure advanced, staring me full in Ministers at the same time exalt their the face. I then said, whence and what perfidious voice, in order to combat the art thou? The following was the an already feeble tottering virtue of Kings, swer I received :--.“ I am watchman of and to ruin them by fatal counsels?" the Night, an't please your Honour, and Such were the godlíke sentiments of a made bold to come up stairs to inform sovereign, who ruled over a people we


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are accustomed to spurn at as slaves. in about a month after he had finished sed by ? Where shall we find a parallel to them this Tail Piece.

Ho let, on in the annals of England that happy country, where liberty, they tell us, and A very absent Divine, finding his sights Patcha all her heaven-born attendants, have begin to fail, purchased a pair of spec

"Well, fixed their abode?

lacles, and on the first day of using , Imay
them preached for a brother Clergyman,
but was observed to have them at the

top of his forehead during the whole HOGARTH'S LAST WORK.

A few

“So you have at last taken to months before Hogarth was seized with spectacles, Doctor," said a friend after the malady which deprived society of the service. “ Yes (returned the anone of its brightest ornaments, he pro- conscious absentee) I found I could not posed to his matchless pencil the work do without them, and I wonder now I he has entitled the “ Tail Piece.”


never used them till to-day!" first idea of this picture is said to have been started in company while the convivial glass was circulated round his own

Bon Mots. table. My next undertaking," said Hogarth, " shall be the end of all things." CHARLES BANNISTER being in com“ If that is the case," replied his friends, pany, and the conversation turning upon

your business will be finished, for the subject of dreams, a person who there will be an end of the painter."--

seemed to put a great faith in them ob“ There will be so," answered IIogarth, served, that something serious was likely sighing heavily; “ and therefore the

to befal himself, for that the night before sooner my work is done, the better."-

he had dreamt of lice. Bannister reAccordingly he began the next day, and plied, that this was not at all wonderful

, continued his design with a diligence

as people generally dreamed at night of that seemed to indicate an apprehen- what had been “ running in their heads sion he should not live to complete it. the day before." This, however, he did, and in the most ingenuous manner, by grouping every thing that could denote the end of all CICERO was once at dinner in comthings:---a broken bottle; an old broom

pany with Fabia Dolabella, an ancient

way be worn to the stump; the butt-end of an

lady, who, speaking of her age, said, old musket; a cracked bell; a bow un

“She was bui thirty years old." One strung: a crown tumbled in pieces; who sat by Cicero whispered in his ear, towers in ruins; the sign-post of a ta

“She talks of thirty years ; beyond all vern called the World's End, falling question, she must be considerably down; the moon in her wane; the map

more." of the globe burning; a gibbet falling, enough to be heard, " I must believe

“Nay," replied Cicero, loud the body gone, and the chains which her, for I have heard her say the same held it dropping down; Phæbus and thing these twenty years." his horses lying dead in the clouds; a vessel wrecked ; Time, with his glass and scythe broken; a tobacco-pipe, THE accomplished Lucius Cary, Lord with the last whiff of smoke going out; Falkland, in the reign of Charles I. was a play-book opened, with ereunt omnes admitted very young a member of the stamped in the corner; an empty purse; Ilouse of Commons, where he distinand a statute of bankruptcy taken out guished himself greatly by his eloquence. against Nature.

“ So far so good,” But being proposed as a member of a said Hogarth, on reviewing his per- committee, he was opposed by some of formance; " nothing remains but this ;" the old senators, who observed, that he taking his pencil, and sketching the had not yet sown his wild oats. To resemblance of a painter's palette bro- this he answered, “ Then it will be best ken. “ Finis!" he then exclaimed,

to sow them bere, where there are so " the deed is done; all is over.” It is

many geese to pick them up." a very remarkable fact, and not generally known, that Hogarth never took the palette in his hand,

and that he died THE retort courteous was fully expe

rienced by the celebrated counsellor Jack Lee, on the northern circuit; for,

Burlesque. being engaged in cross-examining one Mary Pritchard, of Barnsley, he began with,“ Well, Mary; if I may credit what NEW PUBLICATIONS. I hear, I may venture to address you by 1st of April. --- This day is published, the name of Black Moll."--"Faith may

price 4d. dedicated (without permisyou, maister lawyer,” said she; “ for I

sion) to Mr. Logier, am always called so by the blackguards."

A Treatise on the Art of Playing that elegant Instrument, the Marrow-Bone and Cleaver; wherein the divine science

is so simply explained, that persons with A very ignorant but conceited young barbarous or even idiotic intellects may fellow, going into a bookseller's shop, soon become adepts, especially as the with a relation, and perceiving him look work treats largely on the diatonic, into a small book and smile, asked him chromatic, and enharmonic principles of what there was in that piece to attract the instrument, so elaborately sel forth his attention ? “ Why," answered the by Kircher, Mersennus, Kernberger, and other, “ this book is dedicated to you, other eminent writers on the subject. cousin Jack.” “ Is it so? Is it so?" The work is embellished with a plate said he, “pray, let me see it; for I never finely engraved by an eminent artist in knew before that I had that honour the buildings late the Nona Marble done me.” Upon which, taking the Works, representing a new-invented book into his hand, he found it to be chiroplast for guiding the wrists of the Perkins's Catechism, dedicated to all performers. ignorant persons.

Several fine-toned instruments for sale or hire.

Marrow-bones, exceeding 61b. weight,

bought, sold, or exchanged. ALPHONSO, King of Naples, sent a A band, as spruce as white flannel Moor, who had been his captive a long and blue serge can make them, may be time, to Barbary, with a considerable engaged at an hour's notice, to atiend sum of money to buy horses, and to quadrille parties and routs ; - and the return by such a time. Now there was celebrated Newgate-market Band, so about the king a kind of buffoon or remarkable for noise, may be engaged jester, who had a table-book or jour- for electioneering parposes. nal, wherein he used to register any ab The Treatise to be bad at the Musical surdity, or impertinence, or merry pas- Joint-Stock Company's New Rooms; sage that happened at court. The day and the Bands engaged by application the Moor was dispatched for Barbary, at the Three Jolly Butchers, Whitechapel. this jester waiting upon the king at supper, the king called for his journal, and asked hin what he had observed

GOG AND MAGOG. that day? Thereupon he produced his table-book, and amongst other things he In the press, and shortly will be pubread, how Alphonso, king of Naples,

lished, had sent Beltram the Moor, who had A Long but Entire New History of the been a long time his prisoner; to Mo- Births, Lives, Exploits, Adventures, rocco, his own country, with so many and Deaths of those two tremendous thousand crowns, to buy horses. The Civic Giants, Gog and Magog, whose king asked him, why he had inserted effigies have for very many ages adorned that? “ Because," said he,“ I think he the Guildhall of the City of London. will never come back to be a prisoner The whole of the Anecdotes collected, again, and so you have lost both man connected, arranged, and edited, by and money." ---" But if he do come back, Sir Timothy Tallboy, Knt. then your jest is marr’d,” said the king. The Work will be printed on royal “ No, Sir, (replied the other,) " for if elephant paper, with 20-line pica, cast he returns I will blot out your name, for this work only at the Great A Founand put him in for a fool."

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portraits finely engraved from the origi Lord Byron, envious of his fame, nal whole length miniatures in the City

(Though 'tis perhaps a doubtful story) Gallery, presented by a late worthy Al

Himself resolv'd to do the same,

And emulate the other's glory. derman, with many other folding-plates, illustrative of the work, ineluding auto Though sad, alas! Leander's lot! graphs of the heroes' great grand-father;

Daring souls, the gods oft plague you! all of which will be worked off on Fou

Immortal fame the Lover got; drinier and Co.'s patent sheet paper, and

His Lordship only got the ague.

BYRON. will be ready for delivery on the longest day, by Messrs. Longmen and Co. Long Row, Long Ditch. N. B. The Work will be sent to any

part of the United Kingdom, by the To be engraven on the Tablet, after the
long coaches, free of expence.

Names of the Gentlemen who derised
the Plan for enlarging the Burial-
Ground at Lambeth.

Bear thou to Fame

Each mighty name,

Lest Time their deeds should smother, This day is published, price Eight-pence,

Who have pull'd down in sheets,

One half the town,

For room to bury t'other.
Twelve Hours at Betty Cumming's,
Dyot-street, St. Giles's. By a Noctur-
nal Inmate. To be had at the Quire
Ballad Office, Seven Dials.

“ We earnestly recommend the peru- The Alchymists once told the world a mere
sal of these distressing pages to that
half of the world who know not how But sure modern Chymists are sons of old
the other half live.

Babel ;
It may tend to

Who confound all the knowledge and matmake them grateful for the coarsest

ters of Nature, food, thankful for the hardest bed, ac By a clatter of names, whieh they call Noknowledge the comforts of clothing, and menclature. the luxury of a sea-coal fire.---Although Then let me propose (and I need no apology) we reside in the neighborhood, we could

That the science of Chemistry be now call'd not, without having read this interesting

Neology. work, have conceived that such an accumulation of woe could congregate under the same roof. We shall only

MARRIAGES. add our firm belief, that the work is not

Yesterday, at St. Mary Mounthaw, Mr. a puff from the landlady, as was strongly Frost, of icehouse Street, to Miss Snow, suspected to be the case with a similar of Black's Fields. work that lately detailed the adventures Lately, at St. Peter's Cheap, Mr. Dear: of a month passed in a celebrated Bond

love, to Miss Truelove. Street Hotel.--St. Giles's Review.

On Sunday morning, at Cripplegatechurch, Mr. Heavysides, to Miss Sarak Smallbones.

At St. George's, Hanover-square, Dr.

Dryasdust, to Miss Drinkwater.

Át St. Andrew's Undershaft, Mr. Fogo, to
Lord Byron swam across the Hellespont,

the widow Hogo. from Sestos to Abydos, to ascertain the On Thursday, Mr. Munday, of Fridaypracticability of Leander's story; and

street, to Miss Moon, eldest daughter to he informs his readers, that this feat was

Mr. Moon, of the Seven Stars, Sun Street. performed by himself and a Mr. Ekın Yesterday, at Barking Church, Mr. Poinhead, on the 10th of May, 1810. The ter, of Dog-row, to Miss Mew, of Cat-andwater, he says, was so extremely cold,

Mutton Fields, Hackney, from the melting of the mountain snow,

Lately, at Bloomsbury Church, Mr. Ever, that he got an ague.]

green, of Blossom-street, to Miss Rose, of Once, in the month of dark December,

Spring-gardens. Leander he was nightly wont

On Monday last, Mr. Tame, of Milk

street, to Miss Wild, of the Bear-gardens. (All, I'm sure, the tale remember)

The same day, Mr. Mist, of Snow-rents, To cross thy stream, broad Hellespont. to Miss Fog, of Sun-fields.

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