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the forrigners and a Proper place,

for their horses they are prepared Plain talking-A village par

accordingly. son having in his sermons taken too exalted a pitch for the comprehension of his auditors,, found

Master of a Parish.— As a it necessary to make some apology, lame country schoolmaster was which he did as follows: Re- hobbling one morning upon two

spected friends-My oral docu- sticks to his noisy mansion, he ments having recently been the was met hy a nobleman, who insubjects of your vituperation, Iquired bis name, and the means by hope it will not be an instance of which he procured a livelihood ? vain eloquence or supererogation, “My name," answered he,“ is

, if I laconically promulgate, that R. T. and I am master of this avoiding all syllogistical, aristo-parish.” This answer increased cratical, and peripatetical propo- the curiosity of his lordship, and sitions, all hyperbolical exaggera- he desired to know how he was tions and extenuations, whether master of the parish? “I am,”.

66 the physically, philosophically, phi- replied the pedagogue, lologically, politically, or pole- master of the children of the pamically considered, either in

the children are masters of

my diurnal peregrinations, or noctur- their mothers; the mothers are the nal lucubrations, they shall be de- rulers of their fathers, and consefinitively and categorically assimi- quently I am the master of the lated with, and rendered conge- whole parish.His lordship was nial to the occiputs, caputs, and pleased with this logical reply, cerebrums of you, my most super- and made the schoolmaster a latively respectable auditory.”

handsome present.



Poetry. To. The Great Restorat or Re-istablisher Before the Mint hou e.

There is, Everry Thing To eat, and To be-had it, ready al any

To the Editor of the Oxford Enter

taining Miscellany. Thime in The day, With neat

MR. Editor, ness, and delicacy. Parlours, and several rooms aze disposed, for a

Herewith I send you Large, and Private societys, no- an original Poem by Lord Byron, thing will ba neglected for the taken from the silver mounting of best attendance.

a Goblet, made out of a human


skull, found at Newstead, which, ON THE LITTLE FLOWER
if you think worth inserting in “ FORGET ME NOT."
your valuable and amusing Mis- There is a little modest flower
cellany, is at your service.

To friendship ever dear;

'Tis nourish'd in her humble bower,

And water'd by her tear! Start not! nor dream my spirit fled,

In me behold the only skull If hearts, by fond affection tied, From which, unlike a living head,

Should chance to slip away, Whatever flows is never dull. This little flower will gently chide

The heart that thus would stray. 1 lived--I loved-I quaff'd like thee :

I died-let earth my bones resign; All other flowers, when once they Fill up! thou canst not injure me,

fade, The worm hath fouler lips than Are left alone to die; thine.

But this, e'en when it is decay'd, Better to hold the sparkling grape,

Will live in memory's sigh ! Than nurse the earth-worm's slimy Let cypress trees and willows wave, breed;

To mark the lonely spot; And circle in the goblet's shape But all I ask to deek my grave The drink of Gods, than reptiles

Shall be “ Forget me not !" feed,

J. D, Where'er my wit perchance hath shone

In aid of others, let me shine; And when, alas ! our brains are gone, To the Editor of the Oxford Enter. What nobler substitute than wine ?

taining Miscellany. Quaff' whilst thou canst; another race Sir, (When thou and thine, like me are

If the following lines sped)

from an old Londoner should please May rescue thee from death's embrace,

And rhyme and revel with the dead. you, you are at liberty to insert Why not? since through life's little

them in your entertaining publiday,

cation, Our heads should sad effect pro

I am, &c. duce;

A SUBSCRIBER, Redeem'd from worms and wasting

LINES ON LEAVING LONDON. clay, This chance is thine to be of use.

Farewell thou bright region of science

and fame, Note.-On digging near the Abbey Thou queen of the ocean and pride of

for the purpose of making a cold the main bath several human skulls were With thy thousands of pinnacles, towfound; one of these, in a perfect ers, and fanes, state, his Lordship formed the hor- Which giant-like stretch o'er thy eme. rid idea of having fitted up as a gob

rald plains let, which was accustomed to be fil. Whilst smiling around thee, midst lofled with ale and handed about to tier hills, his guests.

And palaces, cottages, woodlands and Oxon, August 5th, 1824.


the age

A bright zone of silver, reflected afar, of church and of chapel are telling Throws o'er thee a splendour like roy- those knells, alty's star,

Which proclaim to the world the swift Gives to all that's around thee a love- course of time, lier hue,

And Paul's deeper pealing completes With its forest of shipping and bosom the sweet chime of blue,

But what did I leave when I parted For 'tis old father Thames, whose swift from thee? flowing stream,

Wit, learning, and beauty, and sweet Fast hastens to ocean 'midst days charity: burnish'd beam

Public spirit and enterprize, honor and But thy smiles would invite us to so- worth, journ awhile,

Thou soil of our greatness ! of majesIn thy coarts and thy temples, where ty's birth! many a pile

Of Royalty's presence! of sovereiga In majesty stands, and the wonder

sway! struck eye

The tomb of our heroes, our poets, and In fond rapture gazes, whilst heedless- they ly by

Whose deeds are recorded in history's The thousands are passing beneath page, those proud domes,

The wonder of earth, and the light of The records of genius of Wren, and of Jones

Thou chief of the cities; thou firm What numberless streets, and what

rooted tree! numberless stores,

Round which the oppressed whilst yet of rich massy merchandize, cumber they are free the floors!

Shall cling for thy succour; and when What rank and what greatness, what

the wide world, pomp, and what state,

Shall with tyrants be curs'd, let thy On thy nobles, and e'en on thy citizens vengeance be hurl'd wait!

'Gainst the lawless aggressor, and Whilst thy more gorgeous shops and

crush the proud foe their fair inmates seem,

Who for absolute power all nights As the bright touch of fancy, or some

would forego fairy dream

Then still shalt thou rise, thou queen And when Sol on departing hạth gild

of the Isles ! ed each tower,

'Bove all other cities, and bless with 'Till darkness hath mounted the throne

thy smiles of his power,

All states and all nations, and ever reLo! ten thousand fires illumine the

main scene,

A monument fix'd in the archives of And the city like that of old Egypt's


Eternal imperial-glorious and great, Seems to rival the sun; whilst its Till like Rome thou shalt bow to imbrilliancy Aies

mutable fate, Up to ether's wide range and o'erarch-And thy ruins are mix'd with thy ing the skies,

country's best blood, Flames in midnight's still reign, whilst And the stranger shall say," here ụnnumber'd bells

London once once stood." Oxford, July, 1824. G. S. C.

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Most deserving estimation, After length of observation, And serious meditatiou On th' exalted reputation, Yoù possess in this great nation, I feel an inclination, To become your near relation; And in your approbation, Of this my declaration, I shall make due preparation, To remove my situation, To a more convenient station, To profess my admiration; And if such an oblation, Be worth your consideration, And obtain commiseration, It will be an elevation; Beyond all calculation, Of the joyous expectation, Of yours, Sans Dissimulation.


I read through your oration, Wiili mature deliberation : And gave some contemplation, To the sirange infatuation, Of your weak imagination, That could feel such estimation, On so trilling a foundation ; But, on examination, And due consideration, I supposed your admiration, Was the fruit of recreation; Or arose from ostentation, To display your education, By this odd enumeration, Or rather combination, Of words whose termination, Had no kind of variation, Now beyond all disputation, Your laborious application, To this tedious occupation, Deserves commemoration; So thinking imitation, A sufficient commendation,

I'm without hesitation, Yours, Mary Moderation.



[From the London Magazine.] If I address the Echo yonder, What will its answer be I wonder ?

Echo-I wonder ! O. wondrous Echo tell me, bless'e Am I for marriage or for celibacy?

Echo-Silly Bessy! If then to win the maid I try, Shall I fiad her a property?

Echi-A proper tye! If neither being grave nor funny, Will win the maid matrimony ?

Echi-Try money! If I should try to gain her heart, Shall I go plain or rather smart?

Echo-Smart! She mayn't love dress, and i again then, May come too smart, and she'll com

plain then?

Echo-Come plain then ! To please her most, perhaps 'tis best, To come as I'm in common dress'd ?

Echo-Come undress'd ! Then if to marry me I teaze her, What will slie say if that should please her ?

Echo-Please Sir! When cross and good words can't ap:

pease her, What if such naughty whims should

seize her?

Ech-You'd see Sir! When wed she'll change, for love's no

sticker, And love her husband less than liquor?

Echo_Then lick her! To leave me then I can't compel her, Though every woman else excel her?

Echo-Sell her! The doubting youth to Echo turned

again, Sir, To ask advice, but found it dil not


Several Communications liave been received, and will meet with early attention,

gave much pleasure to most who Select Biography.

read it, but more especially to the. “No part of History is more in noble family for whose entertainstructive and delightful than the Lives ment it was written. of great and worthy Men.”

The turn of his mind leadBURNETT.

ing the author of the “ Night

Thoughts” to divinity, he quitted LIFE OF EDWARD YOUNG, L.L.D. the law, which he had never prac

tised, and taking orders, was ap-Whom dismal scenes delight, Frequent at tombs and in the realms pointed chaplain in ordinary to his of night.

majesty George II. April, 1728.

LAST DAY. In the year 1731, our author. The subject of the present me- married; but scarcely ten years moir was the only son of Dr. Edw. had elapsed, ere she was consignYoung, dean of Sarum.-Authors ed to the grave, with two children are much at variance as to the time by a former husband, (a son and of his birth ; but it appears evi- daughter) very promising charac- . dent that it was between 1681 and ters. That he felt greatly for 1685. After being educated at their loss, as well as that of his Winchester School, he was chosen lady, may be easily perceived by on the foundation at New College, his beautiful poem of his “ Night Oxford, in 1703, but being super- Thoughts,” occasioned by it; and annuated, and there being no va- his grief is finely depicted in the cancy of a fellowship, he removed following lines : before the expiration of the year, Irisatiate archer! could not one sufto Corpus Christi, where he en

fice ? tered himself a gentleman com- Thy shaft flew thrice; and thrice my

peace was slain: In 1708, he was put into a law And thrice, ere thrice yon moon had fellowship at All Soul's, by Arch

fill'd her horn.bishop Tennison. He took the The “ Night Thoughts” was a degree of B.C.L. in 1714, and in species of poetry peculiarly his 1719, D.C.L. In this year he pub- own, and has been unrivalled by, lished his tragedy of “ Busiris :') all who have attempted to copy. in 1721, “ The Revenge:" and him. in 1723, “ The Brothers.” About He wrote his “Conjectures on this time he published his elegant Original Composition,” when he poem on “ The Last Day," which, had completed his 80th year ;

if being written by a layman, gave it has blemishes mixed with its the more satisfaction. He soon beauties, it is not to be wondered after published, “ The Force of at, when we consider his great Religion;" a poem, which also age, and the many infirmities



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