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Kate felt the frog and loathsome toad
Slow crawling o'er her feet;
And snails and slime, around the walls,
Her trembling fingers meet.

and drinking. If he has any bad habit, it is that of being an inveterate snuff-taker; he had learned to smoke on shipboard, but renounced it, in complaisance to his lady. The

Their faithful dog leap'd, lick'd, and following is his inaugural poem at

fawn'd,

Impatient to be gone,

And seem'd to say, with earnest whine, "Come, let me lead you on !"

Kate loos'd the garter from her leg,

The end was snatch'd by Spring; The cur will thus the beggar lead,

And guide him in a string.

She took the piper on her arm,

And bade him briskly play;
And through the long Forbidden Cave
They slowly wend their way.

Thus through the labyrinth of Crete,
By Ariadne's thread,
The Grecian hero hail'd the sun,
By Love and Beauty led.

The sun shines soft, and the birds are

blithe,

And Dickmount-Law is green; But softer smiles the winsome Kate, More blithe her piper's e'en.

Since our Secretary's last communication to you, we have admitted five new members. The first is a gentleman, who, being bred to the sea, was lucky enough to become sailing-master of a West-Indiaman, and in a few years after married the only daughter of a wealthy merchant recently dead; his lady stipulating, that, as she had wealth sufficient to procure happiness, he should leave the sea, and accompany her to Scotland, to the land that gave birth to her father. He replied, in the words of Hammond,

With thee, in lonely deserts I could dwell, Where never human footstep mark'd the ground!

They have been settled here for some years, and are a most amiable couple. She is gay without levity, and modest without prudery. He is fond of his wife, but not uxorious; his talents are rather solid than shin

ing: they are rich without being purse-proud; and their house is the mansion of hospitality, without ostentation. He has an extensive acquaintance, but only a few intimate friends; and these, like himself, are generally temperate, both in eating

his introduction to the club.

Tobacco.

LET Celts and Saxons o'er their whisky

smile,

While dear potsheen delights the Emerald Isle ;

John Bull get maudlin o'er his muddy beer,

Or pour his ale, like amber bright and clear;

While Billingsgate resounds with ceaseless din,

Inspir'd by fiery, noxious, home-made gin;

Jamaica rum let Glasgow merchants quaff, Till echoes deep return the joyous laugh; Let Hollands and Nantes Brandy, in disguise

As cordial waters, tippling wives entice; Let Eastern grandees on their sofas set, Their drowsy opium chew, and sip sherbet;

Let fragrant coffee cheer the student's brain,

And frothy chocolate the fluttering train, Who breathless run in Fashion's giddy round,

In luxury plunged—in dissipation drown'd; Let France and Spain exulting sing their

vine

A humbler, yet a nobler theme be mine.

Tobacco, hail!-rich aromatic plant ! Thy virtues I would sing, thy praises chant; The Indian sees thy smoking incense rise, Fit offering for the ruler of the skies; Thou art the pledge of peace; thy curling smoke

Confirms a league no interest can revoke. From orient climes, where lasting summer shines,

Ripening the diamond in Golconda's mines,

To where the sun, in the far distant west, Shines on the Appalachian mountain's breast,

Or, further still, sheds his meridian smiles On California, or the Sandwich Isles ; From northern Oonolaska's deserts hoar, To southern Patagonia's dreary shore; Wide o'er the world thy social charms are dealt,

Thy virtues own'd, thy cheering influence

felt;

The prince, the clown, the tyrant, and the slave,

The hardy tar that stems the stormy wave,
The sage, the savage, and the devotee,
All court thy aid, for all delight in thee;

The Eastern Monarch leaves the Haram's The burning incense-sweetly-scented charms,

balm,

And quits, for thee, his fond Sultana's Sheds o'er his face a philosophic calm;

arms;

With thee, on gilded couch at ease to loll, When Beauty's blush has fail'd to warm his soul,

He scorns Circassia's smile and loveliest bloom,

To breathe the fragrance of thy rich per.

fume :

Where sultry suns with languid heat op

press,

'Tis thine to breathe a balm for weariness; The twisted hookah throughthe water led, Thy cooling sweets are then more richly shed:

In colder regions of the frozen north, Where Winter sends his icy horrors forth, Thou can'st the rigours of the climate charm,

On either hand, perhaps, a social friend, Of taste congenial, mingling pleasures blend ;

At intervals, the odoriferous smoke
Is follow'd by the sly, insinuating joke;
Around their heads the curling vapours
roll,

Diffusing bland serenity of soul.

Nor less alone this pleasure is enjoy'd ; While glows the pipe, the mind not unemploy'd;

'Twas thus great Newton smok'd, and clear'd his brain,

And whiff"'d and thought, and puff”d and thought again;

Regal'd his senses, while his mighty mind, Abstracted, left the wondering world behind.

Glad the cold lips, the shivering bosom See him deep plunged in poverty's low

warm.

Their hours some o'er the silver tankard pass;

Some drain the wine-cup, or the sparkling glass;

The busy artisan, and guzzling sot,
Both swill their porter from a pewter pot!
Gay bon-vivants indulge the flow of soul,
With warm libations from the porcelain
bowl;

The jolly yeoman tells his evening tale
O'er cyder flatulent, or potent ale;
The squire's October is his pride and
boast,

His nightly dose a tankard and a toast.
These are no calm and philosophic joys;
Their children-laughter, song, and bois-

terous noise;

The parents, too, of apoplexy dire, Vertigo, and podagra's raging fireThe quicken'd pulse, parch'd tongue, and restless night,

Dull aching head at morn's returning light

Lost appetite, blotch'd face, and purple

nose

All these, and other nameless, countless woes,

Conspire to rack and waste the human

frame,

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When constant, strong excitement fans The gentle breeze that fills the swelling

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A gentle fragrance will regale the sense; But, when too strong, the odour gives offence;

Or loathsome weeds may be with roses twined,

The odour flies, and leaves the stench behind.

Aware that this is daily his repast, When, light of heart, he climbs the rocking mast;

Amidst the battle's roar, smoke hovering dun,

He turns his quid, and coolly points his gun;

Yon creaking signboard, swinging in And, wounded, laid beside some messmate

the gale,

Lures to the Harrow, famous for its ale; The landlord jolly, and his helpmate fair, All meet a frank, or specious welcome there;

slain,

A snatch of pig-tail mitigates his pain. But landsmen-faugh!—it is a vulgar feast,

Foul as the opium-eaters of the East!

His ready tale, her smile and sparkling Ye sensual slaves to such a habit vile,

eye,

With nappy brown, make light-wing'd

hours glide by.

The door is open-loud the bustling dinSuppose we see what's going on within; The noisy guests are in the parlour met, And round a slabbered wainscot-table set,

. With pipes, tobacco, bottles, glasses crown'd,

Fish-bones and oyster-shells commingling round;

Coarse tawdry prints hung round the walls are seen,

With names below, to tell you what they

mean;

The Sailor's Parting, and his glad Return; Britannia weeping o'er her Nelson's urn; Fox-hunting, and the famous horse Eclipse;

Milkmaids, Don Cossacks, birds, and battle-ships :

But all are veil'd in deep impervious gloom,

For smoke, thick, dark, and dense, per

vades the room;

The candles glimmering through the misty haze,

Like wintry stars when fogs obscure their rays:

Loud is their laughter and continuous noise,

List to the laughter-loving muse and smile: I know a town-it matters nothing where,

Tobacco-eaters are abundant there; Last Winter, when the storm's resistless force

Laid strict embargo upon cart and horse, Coals, meal, and salt, had disappear'd and fled,

And, shivering, some went supperless to bed;

But, worse than all-tobacco there was

none.

All was consum'd, each dealer's stock was done.

Ah! dire distress for the narcotic plant, When many there could neither work nor

want:

As shipwreck'd sailors, 'midst their nu

merous woes,

By thirst and famine pinch'd, their senses lose,

A son of Crispin felt his reason fly,
With giddy head, his palate parch'd and

dry;

His dinner-board was crown'd with wholesome fare:

But all was loath'd-tobacco was not there! "What boots," he cried, "in want at

home to die?

I'll dare the storm, to seek some kind supply!"

While swilling, smoking, still prolong Quick from his stall the frenzied cobler

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'Twas large and sleek, thick clad with glossy hair,

And strongly flavour'd with his favourite fare;

He lick'd-he chew'd-so long condemned to fast,

His heart reviv'd-so rich the rare repast, The hairy skin, so grateful to his taste, Was all devour'd, in keen, voracious haste! Thus Captain Franklin and his followers fed

On leather, tripe de roche, and made their bed

In desert snows, far from the haunts of

men,

In stiffening cold to wake, anew to pine again.

I here might close, but it would be unjust,

Should I omit the titillating dust; Snuff-takers too might say I did them wrong

Were they forgot, neglected in my song. I speak not of the foppish, essenced thing,

His lily finger graced with brilliant ring, Who sports his box, its lustre to display, Precisely neat, or negligently gay;

Of him I sing, whose snuff-box can inspire

With new ideas, or with brighter fire. The grave divine, long puzzled and perplex'd,

With dubious comment on some crabbed text,

Inhales a pinch, to clear his clouded brain, And finds the reading clear, the meaning

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Mine, on its lid, tells of an absent friendRecalls the past, where mingled feelings

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The Rainbow;

An Elegy.

"TWAS Summer, and the radiant lord of day

Bright on his golden car had mounted high:

The flow'rs, erewhile, so fragrant, green, and gay,

In languor droop'd beneath a burning sky:

The birds were hush'd within the leafy brake,

And Echo silent in her dim wood-cave; The herds were hast'ning to the cooling lake,

Their thirst to quench, their panting sides to lave:

The trout was gasping in his shallow pool,

The nibbling sheep in languor nipp'd the blade;

And urchins loiter'd as they crawl'd from school,

Or

lay supine beneath the birchen shade :

arms;

Relax'd, he laid him on the scented

grass;

incumbent being then old. While in that situation, a mutual attachment took place between him and a young lady; and their union was delayed, only from prudential motives, till he should be inducted in the promised living. He had long been intimately acquainted with a College companion, and their intimacy had for some time been matured into friendship. This young man, who was now also licensed, came to reside in the same quarter of the country, and often visited his friend; and being well received in the family, most villanously contrived to ruin his friend, by secretly aspersing his character. The result was, that some slight pretence was found for dismissing the tutor whose place was instantly filled by his infamous traducer. The old parson died in about a year after, and the false friend succeeded to the liv ing. Not satisfied with the injuries he had already done, he contrived to inflict a still deeper and more poig- The youthful mower dropp'd his brawny nant wound; for in less than three months after his induction, he married the faithless woman, whose heart and hand were pledged to his friend. With a heart feelingly alive to the warmest sympathies of Friendship, and the still more tender endearments of Love, and thus basely betrayed by the one, and deceived in the other, Mr for some time almost renounced his intercourse with the world, earning a precarious subsistence by writing for the London booksellers. At length, by the death of a distant relation, he succeeded to a small fortune, which his retirement and temperance renders equal to his wants. He came to reside here, that he might, if possible, forget scenes which he was determined never again to visit. While his heart overflows with "the milk of human kindness," the bitter gall of misanthropy drops from his tongue. "With few associates, and not wishing more," he is esteemed and beloved by all who know him well. He wished to become a member of the Club, as a relaxation and relieving variety, from the dull uniformity of his life. His introductory piece was the following; and all of us listened with melancholy pleasure during his recitation:

Beside him, beauty glow'd in rural charms,

His fond eye gazing on the ruddy lass. A dark cloud gather'd in the southern sky,

While sultry stillness hover'd o'er the

plain;

And fondly rais'd was many an anxious eye

To hail the harbinger of genial rain;

For o'er the heav'ns, their bright ethereal

bow

Sublimely stretch'd, embracing sea and

land;

A glowing arch, that reach'd to earth below,

Whose hues resplendent mock the painter's hand.

Magnificently grand its glorious span,

Each varied shade from red to violet

there;
Yet none could tell where this or that be-
gan,

The regular confusion was so fair.
No fairer painting graces Nature's page;

So rich the splendour of reflecting light,
That old and young, the idiot and the

sage,

Delight to gaze, enraptur'd with the sight.

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