By Tory Hume's seductive page beguiled,
We fancy Charles was just and Strafford mild.

The Sceptic.

Charles I., 1600.

November 20.

Oh, Music! thy celestial claim
Is still resistless, still the same;
And, faithful as the mighty sea

To the pale star that o'er its realm presides,
The spell-bound tides

Of human passion rise and fall for thee!

John Wall Callcott, Musical Composer, 1766.

November 21.

Nothing is lost on him who sees

A Melologue.

With an eye that feeling gave;—
For him there's a story in every breeze,
And a picture in every wave.

James Clarke Hook, R.A., Marine Painter, 1819.

Boat Glee.

November 20.

November 21.

Then in a flow

Of calmer converse, he beguiled us on
Through many a maze of garden and of porch,
Through many a system, where the scattered light
Of heavenly truth lay, like a broken beam
From the pure sun, which, though refracted all
Into a thousand hues, is sunshine still,
And bright through every change.

Vision of Philosophy. Dugald Stewart, Professor of Moral Philosophy, 1753.

November 23.

Some book that tells of vanished fame,
Whose light once round us shone;

Of chieftains, now forgot, who seemed
The foremost then in fame;

Of bards who, once immortal deemed,
Now sleep without a name.

Dr. Thos. Bireh, Biographical Writer, 1705.

November 24.

Irish Melody.

Who that ever hath heard him hath drank at the source
Of that wonderful eloquence all Erin's own,
In whose high-thoughted daring, the fire and the force
And the yet untamed spring of her spirit are shown.
Irish Melody.

John Philpot Curran, Orator, 1750.

November 23.

November 24.

And there are tears too-tears that memory sheds
Ev'n o'er the feast that mimic fancy spreads,
When her heart misses one lamented guest,

Whose eye so long threw light o'er all the rest!
There, there, indeed, the muse forgets her task,
And, drooping, weeps behind Thalia's mask.

Charles Kemble, Actor, 1775.

November 26.

At morn we met

The venerable man; a virgin bloom

Prologue.

Of softness mingled with the vigorous thought
That towered upon his brow; as when we see
The gentle moon and the full, radiant sun
Shining in heaven together. When he spoke,
'Twas language sweetened into song.
William Cowper, Poet, 1731.

A Vision of Philosophy.

November 27.

By-the-bye, you've seen Rokeby?—this moment got mine

The Mail Coach edition-prodigiously fine!

John Murray, Publisher, 1778.

The Twopenny Post-Bag.