Memoirs, Letters, and Comic Miscellanies in Prose and Verse, of the Late James Smith, Volume 1

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Page 108 - Here shift the scene, to represent How those I love, my death lament. Poor Pope will grieve a month; and Gay A week ; and Arbuthnot a day. St John himself will scarce forbear, To bite his pen, and drop a tear. The rest will give a shrug and cry I'm sorry; but we all must die.
Page 77 - The present is a fleeting moment, the past is no more ; and our prospect of futurity is dark and doubtful. This day may possibly be my last : but the laws of probability, so true in general, so fallacious in particular, still allow about fifteen years.
Page 69 - I fancied myself an inhabitant of the devoted city; and, as Pliny the Elder, thus addressed Bulwer, my supposed nephew— " Our fate is accomplished, nephew. Hand me yonder volume; I shall die as a student in my vocation. Do you then hasten to take refuge on board the fleet at Misenum.
Page 66 - Of all the days that's in the week I dearly love but one day — And that's the day that comes betwixt A Saturday and Monday...
Page 42 - A confirmed metropolitan in all his tastes and habits, he would often quaintly observe, that London was the best place in summer, and the only place in winter ; or quote Dr Johnson's dogma : " Sir, the. man that is tired of London is tired of existence.
Page 89 - Though I look old, yet I am strong and lusty : For in my youth I never did apply Hot and rebellious liquors to my blood ; Nor did not with unbashful forehead woo The means of weakness and debility ; Therefore my age is as a lusty winter, Frosty, but kindly...
Page 219 - Brown, was not heard to complain ; At Christmas the family met there to dine On beef and plum-pudding, and turkey and chine. Our bark has now taken a contrary heel, My wife has found out that the sea is genteel. To Brighton we duly go scampering down, For nobody now spends his Christmas in Town.
Page 105 - For, methinks, I grow sad at the sight When I stood by the stream, I have thought There was mirth in the gurgling soft sound ; But...
Page 67 - These viands despatched, with the accompanying liquids and water, I mount upward to the library, take a book and my seat in the arm-chair, and read till nine. Then call for a cup of coffee and a biscuit, resuming my book till eleven ; afterwards return home to bed.
Page 13 - CHIGWELL REVISITED. DEPUTED by the tuneful Nine, A pilgrim to an Eastern shrine, I once again out-sally ; Again to Chigwell wander back, And, more excursive, aim to track Each neighbouring hill and valley. Strange that a village should survive, For ten years multiplied by five, The same in size and figure. Knowing not plenty nor distress — If foiled by fortune, why no less ? If favoured, why no bigger ? % Say, why has population got Speed-bound upon this level spot, Undamaged by profusion ? A tyro,...

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