EPIGRAM, On seeing the Pictures of Lady Townshend and her Sister, painted by Sir Joshua Reynolds. I thought the Graces were but three, GALLANTRY OF KING JAMES THE FIRST. The following novel and interesting anecdote of this monarch, is related by D'Israeli :— "The King and Queen, being at Theobald's, her Majesty, shooting at a deer, mistook her mark, and killed Jewel, the King's favourite hound, at which he stormed exceedingly awhile; but after he knew who did it, he was soon pacified, and, with much kindness, wished her not to be troubled with it, for he should love her never the worse; and the next day he sent her a diamond, worth two thousand pounds, as a legacy from his dead dog."" * The Graces, was an appellation by which these three ladies were universally toasted in Dublin. LINES, Copied from the Window of an obscure Lodging, in Islington. What though to deck this roof no arts combine, DREAMS. I dreamt that at eve a white mist arose, I thought that my love was a sweet wild rose, How sweetly I beaded her pale-red charms, How softly I bent up my watery arms, Oh, me! what a heavenly birth! I revell'd all night, Till the morn came bright, Then sunk at her feet down again on the earth. I dreamt that my love was that wild-rose tree, And I, methought, was an enormous bee, Large draughts of nectar I sat to sip, In a bud that hung below; And I breath'd her breath, and I kiss'd her lip, For there I lay, Till eve grew grey, While she in the sun's bright beams did bask. Again :-'Twas when the pale moon did line And I thought my love was a wild woodbine, "Welcome," said I, "where brambles weave, And sweetly I tangl'd myself in her leaves, To the music of which we led A gay dance about, Till old night came out, To rock us to sleep in his dusky bed. GALLANTRY OF SIR F. CAREW. Sir Hugh Platt informs us, that "the delicate knight, Sir Francis Carew, once making a splendid entertainment for Queen Elizabeth, at Beddington, led her Majesty, after dinner, to a cherry-tree in his garden, which had, on it, fruit in its prime, then above a month after all cherries had taken their farewell of England. This retardation he performed by straining a tent, or canvas, over the whole tree, wetting it as the weather required, with a scoop; so, by obstructing the sunbeams, they grew both great, and were very long before they gained their perfect cherry colour; and when he was apprised of the time her Majesty would come, he removed the tent, and a few sunny days brought them to their perfect maturity." TO ENONE. BY HERRICK. What conscience, say, is it in thee, To take away that heart from me, For shame or pity now incline To play a lover's part; Either to send me, kindly, thine, Or give me back my heart. Covet not both: but, if thou dost CLARINDA. BY BURNS. Clarinda, mistress of my soul, To what dark cave of frozen night We part-but by these precious drops No other light shall guide my steps She, the fair sun of all her sex, |