We went to it certainly was the sea-side; O, never may memory lose sight of that year, So happy, like hours, all our days seemed to haste, A long life I looked for of bliss with my bride, My dearest took ill at the turn of the year, In vain she was doctored, in vain she was dosed, She lost relish for what she had relished the most, For months still I lingered in hope and in doubt, She died, and she left me the saddest of men, O, I felt all the power of solitude then, But when I beheld Virtue's friends in their cloaks, And with sorrowful crape on their hats, O my grief poured a flood! and the out-of-door folks Were all crying-I think it was sprats! THE CARELESSE NURSE MAYD. I SAWE a Mayd sitte on a Bank, All Even Tide they Talkde and Kist, With angrie Hands and frownynge Browe, She then beginnes to wayle the Ladde The Momente that her Care was drownd! ODE TO PERRY, THE INVENTOR OF THE PATENT PERRYAN PEN. "In this good work, Penn appears the greatest, usefullest of God's instruments. Firm and unbending when the exigency requires it- soft and yielding when rigid inflexibility is not a desideratum fluent and flowing, at need, for eloquent rapidity- slow and retentive in cases of deliberation -never spluttering or by amplification going wide of the mark-never splitting, if it can be helped, with any one, but ready to wear itself out rather in their service all things as it were with all men, ready to embrace the hand of Jew, Christian, or Mahometan, - heavy with the German, light with the Italian, oblique with the English, upright with the Roman, backward in coming forward with the Hebrew, in short, for flexibility, amiability, constitutional durability, general ability, and universal utility, it would be hard to find a parallel to the great Penn."-PERRY'S CHARACTER ISTICS OF A SETTLER. - O! PATENT Pen-inventing Perrian Perry! That now unplucked of their quill-feathers wander, Untroubled for one penny-worth of pen, For which they chant thy praise all Britain through, Friend to all Author-kind, Whether of Poet or of Proser, Thou art composer unto the composer Of pens, yea, patent vehicles for Mind To carry it on jaunts, or more extensive Perrygrinations through the realms of thought; Modern improvements in their course we feel; Dry goods, and human bodies, pay their fares, To Penrith, Penrhyn, even to Penzance; To Pennsylvania, or, without rash vaunts, In times bygone, when each man cut his quill, What horrid, awkward, bungling tools of trade Some capable of ladye-billets neat, Some only fit for ledger-keeping clerk, And some to grub down Peter Stubbs his mark, Equal to ships, and wiggy heads, and swans! To try in any common inkstands, then, Was like a dip into a lucky box: You drew, and got one very curly, Had tried his candle-cookery upon Not so thy Perryan Pens! True to their M's and N's, They do not with a whizzing zig-zag split, Huge full-stop blots, Where even semicolons were unfit. They will not frizzle up, or, broom-like, drudge Nay, bought at proper "Patent Perryan" shops, The grown-up Annual, or the Juvenile, Pleasant they are to feel! So firm! so flexible! composed of steel Or kings to sign the warrant stern of death There is so little of the goose about 'em. One's safe from any hiss! |